Lirik Lagu Ghost Is Back - Ghostface Killah
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[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Tracy Morgan)]Listen, man, it's going on 2007, gI wanna wish ya'll muthafuckas a happy New Year(New Year, let's give it up) How your 2006 was son?(Go and get up, get up, ya'll niggaz is crazyYa'll know how I get, my 2006 off, nigga I broke two of my toes, niggaIt's going down nigga, that's what's up, ya'll niggaz is crazy)That's why you came to the show with, um, peanut butter on your toes, that day(Nigga, why you gotta bring everything up? Man, everybody here enjoying)Nah, son, because your shit's --- (crazy, a happy New YearThis muthfucka) Nah, boy, yo (no, man...) But your shit was looking mad timidThat was the funniest shit in the book, that day (Find out who...)That's your toes right there! (Who the fuck said I broke 'em)Yo, how you put them little baby cast on there? (Just a little punk ass nigga man)How you put them in the baby cast like that, though, son?Come on, son, that's what I was, that shit, yoLet me tell you something, I ain't gon' front, yoI love you and all that, son (then say that!)You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that)You my first cousin, though, but come on, manYou know how it is, son, I ain't seen you in years though(You know how I get down) How you had peanut butter on your toes though, son?(Cuz the nigga asked for it, man, shit I fucked a nigga up, man)Yo, it's New Year's, yo (get back to me, muthafucka)Yo, it's New Year's son (fuck ya'll niggaz, this ain't noYo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money)NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!I love you my nigga, Happy New Year's!Fuck that, let's get this paper!
[Ghostface Killah]Yo, yo I was sitting at the table thinkingHow the hell do I murder these M.C.'s, sting 'em like beesMy attitude's that of Hannibal, not compatibleWhy I would damage you, fuck, if I drink, then ran with youYa'll chose to war, so called rich niggaz wanna verse the poorI'll rob you first, then go to your earth, it's not gon' hurtIf you try calling the cops, it's not gon' workAll you gotta do is lay in the dirt, we dug a holeAnd my guns weight more, yo, then Gerald LevertWith more blubber than a Ruben Studdard, I grease the panWith rhymes, and ya'll can't believe it's not butterI told ya'll to chill, stretch all out like franks on the grillWith a classic deal, I'm like a farmer when I'm playing the fieldJust painting my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to build
"Ghost is back..." - [sample 4X]
[Ghostface Killah]Yo, I cooked up the beef, seasoned up the meatFried 'em, tried 'em, took it out the greaseGhost came to steal the show, since you loving your broadI'ma lay back and reveal your hoeShe a brain therapist, chick you can't kissOpened up her legs, like "ooh, I smell fish"Yeast infection, queen, she love dickShivlered up tits, she'll bang the whole KnicksNow how can I salute you, kid, I'm planning to do youCrucial, blow rugers at who you withWe bump heads while we out in the street, it's all goodMy trigger fingers'll matter, kick the back of your feetAnd your red monkey jeans, is looking like a scene from BaghdadThat's bad, flags red, dirt bedsYa'll niggaz is eating, crystal meth' headsWe pissed out, wrist out, with the best threadsKnockin' niggaz off, knockin' niggaz outFucking up rappers is what I'm aboutI'm holding Staten Island down, ya'll cats must be deadKeep fronting and lose your head
"Ghost is back..." - [sample 4X]
[Ghostface Killah]You can decide on who's liverToney Knight Rider, wisdoms love my salivaSlobbin' 'em down, hoggin' the moundPitchin' 'em eightballs, robbing the townDon't let your gangsta, get you murked upFaggot ass homeys done got you worked upRappers can't come around, ya'll wide rap is deadFreeze, nigga, come off the breadWhole horizon, hit 'em with toast, a rap arisingRinging the boys bell like VerizonEyes, looking suprised, that the four-fiveYo Ghost, don't even do it, I got some more pie
[Outro: Ghostface Killah]Word up, aiyo I'd like to give a mean shout out to Staten IslandHolding the boy down, ya'll know what it doTheodore Unit, Big Trife, Wigs, Du-LilzYo Supa! Ya'll know what it is, man, yaknowhatimsaying?My West Brighton niggaz... let's see that money come firstThat's right, yeah, get up in that buildingYou tell L.A. Reid and them niggaz to crack that safeWord up, cause we coming, J-LoveAiyo Den, what up, Ice, C-Allah, what up, yo UnYou knowhatimean, yo, Buck, hold ya head.. aiyo BeanYou know what it is, tell E, I said what's the deal, manWe gon' get this paper, this year, yo Irf, you know how we doI ain't even gotta say that much, TaVon, come holla at your boyI know my jack be off all the time, but yo, that don't mean shit, niggaCome through and holla, nigga, word up, this what it isYo, S.G., that's my son doola... ya'll niggaz keep ya'll hands off himYouknowhatimean? Yo Ant Acid.. what's the deal, aiyo Tech, yo PlexYour boys here, nigga... word up, it's all about paper this year, nigga, word upI got mad babies to feed, I got bills nigga, one...Wu-Tang for life, Cappadonna, Raekwon, what up?"Ghost got the juice, now"
[Ghostface Killah]Yo, yo I was sitting at the table thinkingHow the hell do I murder these M.C.'s, sting 'em like beesMy attitude's that of Hannibal, not compatibleWhy I would damage you, fuck, if I drink, then ran with youYa'll chose to war, so called rich niggaz wanna verse the poorI'll rob you first, then go to your earth, it's not gon' hurtIf you try calling the cops, it's not gon' workAll you gotta do is lay in the dirt, we dug a holeAnd my guns weight more, yo, then Gerald LevertWith more blubber than a Ruben Studdard, I grease the panWith rhymes, and ya'll can't believe it's not butterI told ya'll to chill, stretch all out like franks on the grillWith a classic deal, I'm like a farmer when I'm playing the fieldJust painting my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to build
"Ghost is back..." - [sample 4X]
[Ghostface Killah]Yo, I cooked up the beef, seasoned up the meatFried 'em, tried 'em, took it out the greaseGhost came to steal the show, since you loving your broadI'ma lay back and reveal your hoeShe a brain therapist, chick you can't kissOpened up her legs, like "ooh, I smell fish"Yeast infection, queen, she love dickShivlered up tits, she'll bang the whole KnicksNow how can I salute you, kid, I'm planning to do youCrucial, blow rugers at who you withWe bump heads while we out in the street, it's all goodMy trigger fingers'll matter, kick the back of your feetAnd your red monkey jeans, is looking like a scene from BaghdadThat's bad, flags red, dirt bedsYa'll niggaz is eating, crystal meth' headsWe pissed out, wrist out, with the best threadsKnockin' niggaz off, knockin' niggaz outFucking up rappers is what I'm aboutI'm holding Staten Island down, ya'll cats must be deadKeep fronting and lose your head
"Ghost is back..." - [sample 4X]
[Ghostface Killah]You can decide on who's liverToney Knight Rider, wisdoms love my salivaSlobbin' 'em down, hoggin' the moundPitchin' 'em eightballs, robbing the townDon't let your gangsta, get you murked upFaggot ass homeys done got you worked upRappers can't come around, ya'll wide rap is deadFreeze, nigga, come off the breadWhole horizon, hit 'em with toast, a rap arisingRinging the boys bell like VerizonEyes, looking suprised, that the four-fiveYo Ghost, don't even do it, I got some more pie
[Outro: Ghostface Killah]Word up, aiyo I'd like to give a mean shout out to Staten IslandHolding the boy down, ya'll know what it doTheodore Unit, Big Trife, Wigs, Du-LilzYo Supa! Ya'll know what it is, man, yaknowhatimsaying?My West Brighton niggaz... let's see that money come firstThat's right, yeah, get up in that buildingYou tell L.A. Reid and them niggaz to crack that safeWord up, cause we coming, J-LoveAiyo Den, what up, Ice, C-Allah, what up, yo UnYou knowhatimean, yo, Buck, hold ya head.. aiyo BeanYou know what it is, tell E, I said what's the deal, manWe gon' get this paper, this year, yo Irf, you know how we doI ain't even gotta say that much, TaVon, come holla at your boyI know my jack be off all the time, but yo, that don't mean shit, niggaCome through and holla, nigga, word up, this what it isYo, S.G., that's my son doola... ya'll niggaz keep ya'll hands off himYouknowhatimean? Yo Ant Acid.. what's the deal, aiyo Tech, yo PlexYour boys here, nigga... word up, it's all about paper this year, nigga, word upI got mad babies to feed, I got bills nigga, one...Wu-Tang for life, Cappadonna, Raekwon, what up?"Ghost got the juice, now"
