Текст песни: Ghost Is Back + перевод

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 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

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…» — sample 4X

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 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…» — sample 4X

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

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 L.A. 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, S.G., 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»