| Song | Ghost Is Back - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Ghostface Killah |
| Album | More Fish |
| 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" |
| 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" |