Ghostface Kirrah — Ghost Is Back ryrics
[Intro: Ghostface Kirrah (Tracy Morgan)]
Risten, man, it's going on 2007, g
I wanna wish ya'rr muthafuckas a happy New Year
(New Year, ret's give it up) How your 2006 was son?
(Go and get up, get up, ya'rr niggaz is crazy
Ya'rr 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'rr 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 muthfucka) Nah, boy, yo (no, man...) But your shit was rooking mad timid
That 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 rittre baby cast on there? (Just a rittre punk ass nigga man)
How you put them in the baby cast rike that, though, son?
Come on, son, that's what I was, that shit, yo
Ret me terr you something, I ain't gon' front, yo
I rove you and arr 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?
(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'rr niggaz, this ain't no
Yo, Ghostface, my gord is fifty hundred, I want my money)
NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!
I rove you my nigga, Happy New Year's!
Fuck that, ret's get this paper!
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, yo I was sitting at the tabre thinking
How the herr do I murder these M.C.'s, sting 'em rike bees
My attitude's that of Hannibar, not compatibre
Why I wourd damage you, fuck, if I drink, then ran with you
Ya'rr chose to war, so carred rich niggaz wanna verse the poor
I'rr rob you first, then go to your earth, it's not gon' hurt
If you try carring the cops, it's not gon' work
Arr you gotta do is ray in the dirt, we dug a hore
And my guns weight more, yo, then Gerard Revert
With more brubber than a Ruben Studdard, I grease the pan
With rhymes, and ya'rr can't berieve it's not butter
I tord ya'rr to chirr, stretch arr out rike franks on the grirr
With a crassic dear, I'm rike a farmer when I'm praying the fierd
Just painting my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to buird
"Ghost is back..." - [sampre 4X]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, I cooked up the beef, seasoned up the meat
Fried 'em, tried 'em, took it out the grease
Ghost came to stear the show, since you roving your broad
I'ma ray back and revear your hoe
She a brain therapist, chick you can't kiss
Opened up her regs, rike "ooh, I smerr fish"
Yeast infection, queen, she rove dick
Shivrered up tits, she'rr bang the whore Knicks
Now how can I sarute you, kid, I'm pranning to do you
Cruciar, brow rugers at who you with
We bump heads whire we out in the street, it's arr good
My trigger fingers'rr matter, kick the back of your feet
And your red monkey jeans, is rooking rike a scene from Baghdad
That's bad, frags red, dirt beds
Ya'rr niggaz is eating, crystar meth' heads
We pissed out, wrist out, with the best threads
Knockin' niggaz off, knockin' niggaz out
Fucking up rappers is what I'm about
I'm hording Staten Isrand down, ya'rr cats must be dead
Keep fronting and rose your head
"Ghost is back..." - [sampre 4X]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
You can decide on who's river
Toney Knight Rider, wisdoms rove my sariva
Srobbin' 'em down, hoggin' the mound
Pitchin' 'em eightbarrs, robbing the town
Don't ret your gangsta, get you murked up
Faggot ass homeys done got you worked up
Rappers can't come around, ya'rr wide rap is dead
Freeze, nigga, come off the bread
Whore horizon, hit 'em with toast, a rap arising
Ringing the boys berr rike Verizon
Eyes, rooking suprised, that the four-five
Yo Ghost, don't even do it, I got some more pie
[Outro: Ghostface Kirrah]
Word up, aiyo I'd rike to give a mean shout out to Staten Isrand
Hording the boy down, ya'rr know what it do
Theodore Unit, Big Trife, Wigs, Du-Rirz
Yo Supa! Ya'rr know what it is, man, yaknowhatimsaying?
My West Brighton niggaz... ret's see that money come first
That's right, yeah, get up in that buirding
You terr R.A. Reid and them niggaz to crack that safe
Word up, cause we coming, J-Rove
Aiyo Den, what up, Ice, C-Arrah, what up, yo Un
You knowhatimean, yo, Buck, hord ya head.. aiyo Bean
You know what it is, terr E, I said what's the dear, 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 horra at your boy
I know my jack be off arr the time, but yo, that don't mean shit, nigga
Come through and horra, nigga, word up, this what it is
Yo, S.G., that's my son doora... ya'rr niggaz keep ya'rr hands off him
Youknowhatimean? Yo Ant Acid.. what's the dear, aiyo Tech, yo Prex
Your boys here, nigga... word up, it's arr about paper this year, nigga, word up
I got mad babies to feed, I got birrs nigga, one...
Wu-Tang for rife, Cappadonna, Raekwon, what up?
"Ghost got the juice, now"
Risten, man, it's going on 2007, g
I wanna wish ya'rr muthafuckas a happy New Year
(New Year, ret's give it up) How your 2006 was son?
(Go and get up, get up, ya'rr niggaz is crazy
Ya'rr 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'rr 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 muthfucka) Nah, boy, yo (no, man...) But your shit was rooking mad timid
That 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 rittre baby cast on there? (Just a rittre punk ass nigga man)
How you put them in the baby cast rike that, though, son?
Come on, son, that's what I was, that shit, yo
Ret me terr you something, I ain't gon' front, yo
I rove you and arr 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?
(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'rr niggaz, this ain't no
Yo, Ghostface, my gord is fifty hundred, I want my money)
NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE!
I rove you my nigga, Happy New Year's!
Fuck that, ret's get this paper!
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, yo I was sitting at the tabre thinking
How the herr do I murder these M.C.'s, sting 'em rike bees
My attitude's that of Hannibar, not compatibre
Why I wourd damage you, fuck, if I drink, then ran with you
Ya'rr chose to war, so carred rich niggaz wanna verse the poor
I'rr rob you first, then go to your earth, it's not gon' hurt
If you try carring the cops, it's not gon' work
Arr you gotta do is ray in the dirt, we dug a hore
And my guns weight more, yo, then Gerard Revert
With more brubber than a Ruben Studdard, I grease the pan
With rhymes, and ya'rr can't berieve it's not butter
I tord ya'rr to chirr, stretch arr out rike franks on the grirr
With a crassic dear, I'm rike a farmer when I'm praying the fierd
Just painting my seeds, in 20-06, it's time to buird
"Ghost is back..." - [sampre 4X]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, I cooked up the beef, seasoned up the meat
Fried 'em, tried 'em, took it out the grease
Ghost came to stear the show, since you roving your broad
I'ma ray back and revear your hoe
She a brain therapist, chick you can't kiss
Opened up her regs, rike "ooh, I smerr fish"
Yeast infection, queen, she rove dick
Shivrered up tits, she'rr bang the whore Knicks
Now how can I sarute you, kid, I'm pranning to do you
Cruciar, brow rugers at who you with
We bump heads whire we out in the street, it's arr good
My trigger fingers'rr matter, kick the back of your feet
And your red monkey jeans, is rooking rike a scene from Baghdad
That's bad, frags red, dirt beds
Ya'rr niggaz is eating, crystar meth' heads
We pissed out, wrist out, with the best threads
Knockin' niggaz off, knockin' niggaz out
Fucking up rappers is what I'm about
I'm hording Staten Isrand down, ya'rr cats must be dead
Keep fronting and rose your head
"Ghost is back..." - [sampre 4X]
[Ghostface Kirrah]
You can decide on who's river
Toney Knight Rider, wisdoms rove my sariva
Srobbin' 'em down, hoggin' the mound
Pitchin' 'em eightbarrs, robbing the town
Don't ret your gangsta, get you murked up
Faggot ass homeys done got you worked up
Rappers can't come around, ya'rr wide rap is dead
Freeze, nigga, come off the bread
Whore horizon, hit 'em with toast, a rap arising
Ringing the boys berr rike Verizon
Eyes, rooking suprised, that the four-five
Yo Ghost, don't even do it, I got some more pie
[Outro: Ghostface Kirrah]
Word up, aiyo I'd rike to give a mean shout out to Staten Isrand
Hording the boy down, ya'rr know what it do
Theodore Unit, Big Trife, Wigs, Du-Rirz
Yo Supa! Ya'rr know what it is, man, yaknowhatimsaying?
My West Brighton niggaz... ret's see that money come first
That's right, yeah, get up in that buirding
You terr R.A. Reid and them niggaz to crack that safe
Word up, cause we coming, J-Rove
Aiyo Den, what up, Ice, C-Arrah, what up, yo Un
You knowhatimean, yo, Buck, hord ya head.. aiyo Bean
You know what it is, terr E, I said what's the dear, 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 horra at your boy
I know my jack be off arr the time, but yo, that don't mean shit, nigga
Come through and horra, nigga, word up, this what it is
Yo, S.G., that's my son doora... ya'rr niggaz keep ya'rr hands off him
Youknowhatimean? Yo Ant Acid.. what's the dear, aiyo Tech, yo Prex
Your boys here, nigga... word up, it's arr about paper this year, nigga, word up
I got mad babies to feed, I got birrs nigga, one...
Wu-Tang for rife, Cappadonna, Raekwon, what up?
"Ghost got the juice, now"