J Love - Ghost is Back lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface k**ah (Tracy Morgan)] Listen, man, it's going on 2007, g I wanna wish ya'll muthaf**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 n***as is crazy Ya'll know how I get, my 2006 off, n***a I broke two of my toes, n***a It's going down n***a, that's what's up, ya'll n***as is crazy) That's why you came to the show with, um, peanut bu*ter on your toes, that day (n***a, why you gotta bring everything up? Man, everybody here enjoying) Nah, son, because your sh**'s --- (crazy, a happy New Year This muthf**a) Nah, boy, yo (no, man...) But your sh** was looking mad timid That was the funniest sh** in the book, that day (Find out who...) That's your toes right there! (Who the f** said I broke 'em) Yo, how you put them little baby cast on there? (Just a little punk a** n***a man) How you put them in the baby cast like that, though, son? Come on, son, that's what I was, that sh**, 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 bu*ter on your toes though, son? (Cuz the n***a asked for it, man, sh** I f**ed a n***a up, man) Yo, it's New Year's, yo (get back to me, muthaf**a) Yo, it's New Year's son (f** ya'll n***as, 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 n***a, Happy New Year's! f** that, let's get this paper! [Ghostface k**ah] 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**, if I drink, then ran with you Ya'll chose to war, so called rich n***as 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 bu*ter I told ya'll to chill, stretch all out like franks on the grill With a cla**ic 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 k**ah] 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'mma lay back and reveal your ho 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 n***as is eating, crystal meth' heads We pissed out, wrist out, with the best threads Knockin' n***as off, knockin' n***as out f**ing 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 k**ah] 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 f*ggot a** homeys done got you worked up Rappers can't come around, ya'll wide rap is dead Freeze, n***a, 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 k**ah] 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 n***as... let's see that money come first That's right, yeah, get up in that building You tell L.A. Reid and them n***as 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 sh**, n***a Come through and holla, n***a, word up, this what it is Yo, S.G., that's my son doola... ya'll n***as keep ya'll hands off him Youknowhatimean? Yo Ant Acid.. what's the deal, aiyo Tech, yo Plex Your boys here, n***a... word up, it's all about paper this year, n***a, word up I got mad babies to feed, I got bills n***a, one... Wu-Tang for life, Cappadonna, Raekwon, what up? "Ghost got the juice, now"