Ghost Is Back
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Tracy Morgan)]
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 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 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?
('cause 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 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!
Fuck 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, fuck, 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
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
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]

[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 surprised, 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, do-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, see-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"

Overall Meaning

The intro of Ghostface Killah's song "Ghost is Back" sets the stage for a rap battle, with Ghostface questioning how he can defeat his competitors. He commands an attitude of Hannibal and boasts about his desire to rob and destroy his rivals. He boasts of his farming skills and uses a metaphor of planting seeds to describe the start of his new music project in 2006. He later shifts his focus to a woman, who he implies is unfaithful and promiscuous. Ghostface happily describes his willingness to knock out other rappers and destabilize them. In doing so, Ghostface establishes himself as a powerful force to be reckoned with in the rap industry in 2007 and beyond.


The main message of the song is to alert other rappers to be careful when dealing with Ghostface Killah, as he aims to seize power and become the best rapper around. He positions himself as an unstoppable force, determined to become a king of the rap world. The song also has homophobic themes and language, with Ghostface referring to his rivals as “faggots” and making derogatory comments about their masculinity.


Line by Line Meaning

Listen, man, it's going on 2007, g
Ghostface Killah is speaking at the beginning of a new year, 2007.


I wanna wish ya'll muthafuckas a happy New Year
Ghostface Killah is expressing his good wishes for his audience on the occasion of New Year.


(New Year, let's give it up) How your 2006 was son?
Ghostface Killah is asking his audience how their previous year, 2006, was for them.


(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)
Ghostface Killah is remarking on the craziness of his audience and how he broke two of his toes in 2006.


That's why you came to the show with, um, peanut butter on your toes, that day
Ghostface Killah is recalling an incident where a member of his audience wore peanut butter on his toes to his show.


(Nigga, why you gotta bring everything up? Man, everybody here enjoying)
The person talking with Ghostface Killah is trying to change the subject and not discuss the peanut butter incident.


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? ('cause the nigga asked for it, man, shit I fucked a nigga up, man)
Ghostface Killah and his cousin are arguing playfully over the peanut butter incident. Ghostface is teasing his cousin about wearing peanut butter on his toes, and the cousin is protesting that Ghostface shouldn't bring up the incident in public.


Yo, yo I was sitting at the table thinking How the hell do I murder these M.C.'s, sting 'em like bees
Ghostface Killah is reflecting on how to excel in his craft, music, and how to defeat his competitors using clever wordplay.


My attitude's that of Hannibal, not compatible Why I would damage you, fuck, if I drink, then ran with you
Ghostface Killah has a tough and hard-hitting attitude, like Hannibal, which makes it difficult for him to be friends with people, especially his peers in the music industry.


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
Ghostface Killah is warning his competitors, the so-called rich rappers who want to battle him, that he is willing to use violence to rob them. If they try to report him to the police, it won't work because he has the ability to bury them in the ground. He is also boasting about his gun's weight and rhyming ability, comparing his gun's weight to that of a heavy man and his rhymes to cooking oil.


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 is asking his competitors to relax and take it easy while he gets to work, planting the seeds of his ideas for a better future. He is ready to do what it takes to succeed in his craft.


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
Ghostface Killah is describing how he beat his competitors in their 'beef' or conflict. He stole the show by revealing the truth about his competitor's women and having sexual descriptions of them. He claims that the 'brain therapist' his competitor is seeing has a sexual disease and a poor hygiene condition, is promiscuous and available for anyone.


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 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 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 surprised, that the four-five Yo Ghost, don't even do it, I got some more pie
Ghostface Killah is describing how he brutally beats up his competitors and hurts them with his gun. He is unapologetic and confident about his actions and claims that people can decide on how he treats his competitors because his motivation carelessly allows him to commit violent acts. He is doing what he likes to do best, holding down Staten Island and knocking out his competition. He also uses derogatory terms to describe his rivals and warns them to beware. Finally, he is mentioning his gun, calling it the four-five, and claiming that he has more power and influence than his competitors.


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, do-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, see-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"
Ghostface Killah is shouting out the people who have supported him and his music, from Staten Island, and the West Brighton neighborhood. He is telling them to focus on making money and avoiding danger. He is also promising to crack safes and get his hands on cash. He greets his affiliates from Wu-Tang, as well as other friends, and tells them to keep their hands off his son. And, last but not least, he reminds people of his power and influence in the rap world by saying "Ghost got the juice, now."




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Written by: DENNIS COLES, ERIC BARRIER, JASON ELIAS, WILLIAM GRIFFIN

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