Ghostface Killah - Ghost Is Back (Juice) lyrics
[Ghostface Killah - Ghost Is Back Juice lyrics]
Listen, man, it's going on 2007, g
I wanna wish ya'll muthafuckas
A happy New Year (New Year
Let's give it up) How your 2006 was son?
(Go and get up, get up, ya'll niggas 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 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?
(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'll niggas, 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!
Fuck that, let's get this paper!
Yo, yo I was sitting at the table thinking
How the hell do I murder these MC'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 ya'll 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 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"
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
Shriveled up tit's
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 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
Ya'll cats must be dead
Keep fronting and lose your head
"Ghost is back"
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 why 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
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 niggas let's see
That money come first
That's right, yeah, get up in that building
You tell LA reid and them
Niggas 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, SG
That's my son doola ya'll niggas
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"
I wanna wish ya'll muthafuckas
A happy New Year (New Year
Let's give it up) How your 2006 was son?
(Go and get up, get up, ya'll niggas 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 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?
(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'll niggas, 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!
Fuck that, let's get this paper!
Yo, yo I was sitting at the table thinking
How the hell do I murder these MC'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 ya'll 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 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"
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
Shriveled up tit's
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 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
Ya'll cats must be dead
Keep fronting and lose your head
"Ghost is back"
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 why 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
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 niggas let's see
That money come first
That's right, yeah, get up in that building
You tell LA reid and them
Niggas 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, SG
That's my son doola ya'll niggas
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"