"Ghost Is Back" lyrics - RAEKWON

(Ghostface Killah (Tracy Morgan))
Listen, man, it's going on 2007, g
I wanna wish y'all motherfuckers a happy New Year
(New Year, let's give it up) How your 2006 was son?
(Go and get up, get up, y'all niggas is crazy
Y'all 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, y'all niggas 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 looking 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 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 fucked a nigga up, man)
Yo, it's New Year's, yo (get back to me, motherfucker)
Yo, it's New Year's son (fuck y'all niggas, this ain't no
Yo, Ghostface, my gold is fifty hundred, I want my money)
Nine! Eight! Seve! 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 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, fuck, if I drink, then ran with you
Y'all chose to war, so called rich niggas 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 goin' 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 y'all can't believe it's not butter
I told y'all 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" [Repeat: [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
Shriveled 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
Y'all niggas is eating, crystal meth' heads
We pissed out, wrist out, with the best threads
Knockin' niggas off, knockin' niggas out
Fucking up rappers is what I'm about
I'm holding Staten Island down, y'all cats must be dead
Keep fronting and lose your head

(Ghostface Killah)
You can decide on who's liver
Toney Knight Rider, wisdoms love my saliva
Slobbin' 'em down, hoggin' the mound
Pitchin' 'em eight balls, robbing the town
Don't let your gangsta, get you murked up
Fagot ass homeys done got you worked up
Rappers can't come around, y'all 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 surprised, that the four-five
Yo Ghost, don't even do it, I got some more pie

(Ghostface Killah)
Word up, hey yo I'd like to give a mean shout out to Staten Island
Holding the boy down, y'all know what it do
Theodore Unit, Big Trife, Wigs, Du-Lilz
Yo Supa! Y'all know what it is, man, ya know what I'm saying?
My West Brighton niggas, let's see that money come first
That's right, yeah, get up in that building
You tell L.A. Reid and them niggas to crack that safe
Word up, 'cause we coming, J-Love
Hey yo Den, what up, Ice, C-Allah, what up, yo Un
You know what I mean, 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, y'all niggas keep y'all hands off him
You know what I mean? Yo Ant Acid... what's the deal, hey yo 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"