Ghost Is Back Lyrics - More Fish - Ghostface Killah

[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Tracy Morgan)] 

Listen, man, it's going on 2007, g 

I wanna wish ya'll muthaf**kas 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 muthf**ka) 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 f**k 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 f**ked a nigga up, man) 

Yo, it's New Year's, yo (get back to me, muthaf**ka) 

Yo, it's New Year's son (f**k 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! 

F**k that, let's get this paper! 

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[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, f**k, 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] 

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[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 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 

F**king 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..." - [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 Verizon 

Eyes, 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-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"