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Ghost Is Back

Artist:Ghostface Killah  Album:More Fish 

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[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! [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] [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

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