Ghost Is Back - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics

Song	Ghost Is Back - Album Version (Explicit)
Artist	Ghostface Killah
Album	More Fish
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	作词 : Coles, Elias, Griffin
	Listen, man, it's going on 2007, g
	I wanna wish ya'll mutha****as 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 muth****a)
	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 **** 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 ****ed a nigga up, man)
	Yo, it's New
	Year's, yo (get back to me, mutha****a)
	Yo, it's New
	Year's son (**** ya'll niggaz, this ain't noYo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money)
	NINE! EIGH
	T! SEVEN!
	SIX! FIVE!
	FOUR! THRE
	E! TWO! ON
	E!I love you my nigga,
	Happy New
	Year's!**** that, let's get this paper![Ghostface Killah]
	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, ****, 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..." - [sample 4X][Ghostface Killah]
	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
	KnicksNow 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
	BaghdadThat'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
	****ing up rappers is what
	I'm aboutI'm holding
	Staten Island down, ya'll cats must be dead
	Keep fronting and lose your head"Ghost is back..." - [sample 4X][Ghostface Killah]
	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
	VerizonEyes, looking suprised, that the four-five
	Yo 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 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-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, 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"

	zuo ci : Coles, Elias, Griffin
	Listen, man, it' s going on 2007, g
	I wanna wish ya' ll mutha as 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 muth a
	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 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 ed a nigga up, man
	Yo, it' s New
	Year' s, yo get back to me, mutha a
	Yo, it' s New
	Year' s son ya' ll niggaz, this ain' t noYo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money
	NINE! EIGH
	T! SEVEN!
	SIX! FIVE!
	FOUR! THRE
	E! TWO! ON
	E! I love you my nigga,
	Happy New
	Year' s! that, let' s get this paper! Ghostface Killah
	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, , 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 2006, it' s time to build" Ghost is back..." sample 4X Ghostface Killah
	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
	KnicksNow 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
	BaghdadThat' 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
	ing up rappers is what
	I' m aboutI' m holding
	Staten Island down, ya' ll cats must be dead
	Keep fronting and lose your head" Ghost is back..." sample 4X Ghostface Killah
	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
	VerizonEyes, looking suprised, that the fourfive
	Yo 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 Island
	Holding the boy down, ya' ll know what it do
	Theodore Unit,
	Big Trife,
	Wigs, DuLilz
	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,
	JLoveAiyo
	Den, what up,
	Ice, CAllah, what up, yo
	UnYou knowhatimean, yo,
	Buck, hold ya head.. aiyo
	BeanYou 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...
	WuTang for life,
	Cappadonna,
	Raekwon, what up?" Ghost got the juice, now"

	zuò cí : Coles, Elias, Griffin
	Listen, man, it' s going on 2007, g
	I wanna wish ya' ll mutha as 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 muth a
	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 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 ed a nigga up, man
	Yo, it' s New
	Year' s, yo get back to me, mutha a
	Yo, it' s New
	Year' s son ya' ll niggaz, this ain' t noYo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money
	NINE! EIGH
	T! SEVEN!
	SIX! FIVE!
	FOUR! THRE
	E! TWO! ON
	E! I love you my nigga,
	Happy New
	Year' s! that, let' s get this paper! Ghostface Killah
	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, , 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 2006, it' s time to build" Ghost is back..." sample 4X Ghostface Killah
	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
	KnicksNow 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
	BaghdadThat' 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
	ing up rappers is what
	I' m aboutI' m holding
	Staten Island down, ya' ll cats must be dead
	Keep fronting and lose your head" Ghost is back..." sample 4X Ghostface Killah
	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
	VerizonEyes, looking suprised, that the fourfive
	Yo 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 Island
	Holding the boy down, ya' ll know what it do
	Theodore Unit,
	Big Trife,
	Wigs, DuLilz
	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,
	JLoveAiyo
	Den, what up,
	Ice, CAllah, what up, yo
	UnYou knowhatimean, yo,
	Buck, hold ya head.. aiyo
	BeanYou 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...
	WuTang for life,
	Cappadonna,
	Raekwon, what up?" Ghost got the juice, now"

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