Lyrics Ghost Is Back (Edited)) - Ghostface Killah
Listen,
man,
it's
going
on
2007,
g
I
wanna
wish
ya'll
muthafkas
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
crazy
Ya'll
know
how
I
get,
my
2006
off,
nigga
I
broke
two
of
my
toes,
nigga
It'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
Year
This
muthfka)
Nah,
boy,
yo
(no,
man...)
But
your
shit
was
looking
mad
timid
That
was
the
funniest
shit
in
the
book,
that
day
(Find
out
who...)
That's
your
toes
right
there!
(Who
the
fk
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,
yo
Let
me
tell
you
something,
I
ain't
gon'
front,
yo
I
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,
man
You
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?
('cause
the
nigga
asked
for
it,
man,
shit
I
fked
a
nigga
up,
man)
Yo,
it's
New
Year's,
yo
(get
back
to
me,
muthafka)
Yo,
it's
New
Year's
son
(fk
ya'll
niggaz,
this
ain't
no
Yo,
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!
Fk
that,
let's
get
this
paper!
Yo,
yo
I
was
sitting
at
the
table
thinking
How
the
hell
do
I
murder
these
M.C.'s,
sting
'em
like
bees
My
attitude's
that
of
Hannibal,
not
compatible
Why
I
would
damage
you,
fk,
if
I
drink,
then
ran
with
you
Ya'll
chose
to
war,
so
called
rich
niggaz
wanna
verse
the
poor
I'll
rob
you
first,
then
go
to
your
earth,
it's
not
gon'
hurt
If
you
try
calling
the
cops,
it's
not
gon'
work
All
you
gotta
do
is
lay
in
the
dirt,
we
dug
a
hole
And
my
guns
weight
more,
yo,
then
Gerald
Levert
With
more
blubber
than
a
Ruben
Studdard,
I
grease
the
pan
With
rhymes,
and
ya'll
can't
believe
it's
not
butter
I
told
ya'll
to
chill,
stretch
all
out
like
franks
on
the
grill
With
a
classic
deal,
I'm
like
a
farmer
when
I'm
playing
the
field
Just
painting
my
seeds,
in
20-06,
it's
time
to
build
"Ghost
is
back..."
-
Yo,
I
cooked
up
the
beef,
seasoned
up
the
meat
Fried
'em,
tried
'em,
took
it
out
the
grease
Ghost
came
to
steal
the
show,
since
you
loving
your
broad
I'ma
lay
back
and
reveal
your
hoe
She
a
brain
therapist,
chick
you
can't
kiss
Opened
up
her
legs,
like
"ooh,
I
smell
fish"
Yeast
infection,
queen,
she
love
dick
Shivlered
up
tits,
she'll
bang
the
whole
Knicks
Now
how
can
I
salute
you,
kid,
I'm
planning
to
do
you
Crucial,
blow
rugers
at
who
you
with
We
bump
heads
while
we
out
in
the
street,
it's
all
good
My
trigger
fingers'll
matter,
kick
the
back
of
your
feet
And
your
red
monkey
jeans,
is
looking
like
a
scene
from
Baghdad
That's
bad,
flags
red,
dirt
beds
Ya'll
niggaz
is
eating,
crystal
meth'
heads
We
pissed
out,
wrist
out,
with
the
best
threads
Knockin'
niggaz
off,
knockin'
niggaz
out
Fking
up
rappers
is
what
I'm
about
I'm
holding
Staten
Island
down,
ya'll
cats
must
be
dead
Keep
fronting
and
lose
your
head
"Ghost
is
back..."
-
You
can
decide
on
who's
liver
Toney
Knight
Rider,
wisdoms
love
my
saliva
Slobbin'
'em
down,
hoggin'
the
mound
Pitchin'
'em
eightballs,
robbing
the
town
Don't
let
your
gangsta,
get
you
murked
up
Faggot
ass
homeys
done
got
you
worked
up
Rappers
can't
come
around,
ya'll
wide
rap
is
dead
Freeze,
nigga,
come
off
the
bread
Whole
horizon,
hit
'em
with
toast,
a
rap
arising
Ringing
the
boys
bell
like
Verizon
Eyes,
looking
suprised,
that
the
four-five
Yo
Ghost,
don't
even
do
it,
I
got
some
more
pie
Word
up,
aiyo
I'd
like
to
give
a
mean
shout
out
to
Staten
Island
Holding
the
boy
down,
ya'll
know
what
it
do
Theodore
Unit,
Big
Trife,
Wigs,
Du-Lilz
Yo
Supa!
Ya'll
know
what
it
is,
man,
yaknowhatimsaying?
My
West
Brighton
niggaz...
let's
see
that
money
come
first
That's
right,
yeah,
get
up
in
that
building
You
tell
L.A.
Reid
and
them
niggaz
to
crack
that
safe
Word
up,
cause
we
coming,
J-Love
Aiyo
Den,
what
up,
Ice,
C-Allah,
what
up,
yo
Un
You
knowhatimean,
yo,
Buck,
hold
ya
head.
aiyo
Bean
You
know
what
it
is,
tell
E,
I
said
what's
the
deal,
man
We
gon'
get
this
paper,
this
year,
yo
Irf,
you
know
how
we
do
I
ain't
even
gotta
say
that
much,
TaVon,
come
holla
at
your
boy
I
know
my
jack
be
off
all
the
time,
but
yo,
that
don't
mean
shit,
nigga
Come
through
and
holla,
nigga,
word
up,
this
what
it
is
Yo,
S.G.,
that's
my
son
doola...
ya'll
niggaz
keep
ya'll
hands
off
him
Youknowhatimean?
Yo
Ant
Acid.
what's
the
deal,
aiyo
Tech,
yo
Plex
Your
boys
here,
nigga...
word
up,
it's
all
about
paper
this
year,
nigga,
word
up
I
got
mad
babies
to
feed,
I
got
bills
nigga,
one...
Wu-Tang
for
life,
Cappadonna,
Raekwon,
what
up?
"Ghost
got
the
juice,
now"
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