Ghostface Killah Heard It All Before Lyrics

Heard It All Before Lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]

Yes, yes, we like to thank you

You are the
77th caller

You know you just won a pair of Theodore drawers and all
that

How do you feel about that? (Oh my God, that is good daddy I love
ya'll)

Yeah, that's right baby, no doubt... right now, his name is
Ghostface

Check this joint out right here, it's new, word up



[Ghostface Killah]

I'm the Mighty Joe Young of rap

Live off of
mighty gold, tongue and yack

Ya'll be amazed how I brought it back

Two porsche's, big ass ranch with twelve horses

Scarface breeze when I
speak, the all bosses

Plus the jewelry so truck, the cuffs get you
nauseous

Two years, been through like six divorces

Now the talking
put my business in the street, but

I'm like cement, I rock when I
step

Kill music with no hands and leave with no weed stuff

Like my
bitches better when they wore Reebok's

See hot, let's have a toast, I
verbally bomb deacons

Have the whole church praying for Ghost

When
we speak we give sermons, and switch our names over permits

The big shit,
you might get burned with

God-body fly automobiles with grills

Two
thousand, fifteen, nigga, we can take off the wheel

A Georget Jetson, so
ya'll sit still

Chill, peace to Queens, so the God Allah reel's reel

It's the takeover, breaks over, make something

For funny ass package,
who want, and a cake over

Monster bangels, bojangles got the forty cocked
from all angles

Fuck a rope nigga, my gold chain'll hang you

Danish
darts, language arts, slanger banger you

Punk motherfucka...



[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]

All you talk is poor...

All of your
fushu, I got gats, Ghostface that

But your rhymes ain't workin' now, look
who's hurtin' now

I had to shut you down, I had to shut you down



[Ghostface Killah]

Welcome to Saturday Night Live, write
rhymes

Glide on beats, and we high from the police

The dogs bark
funny, in fact, when I'm clean

They can smell mark money, truck and mad
bummy

Off the peter, grab shoots, Cerebel Paisley

Gats, pull out
the mack on cancer, the oo-wop

I bag down AIDS, word to the U.S.

There's no need to panic, yo, we been through a phase

Like, namebelts,
got the fronts in Alfa Romeo's

Tent the patrol niggas, that we had on a
payrole

I play on niggas like stop and go

And tell the other
liquors that Don pop more

And Venus told Mercury she a hot ho

Me,
I'm just thinkin' bout what's next for Ghost

The Enterprise worth
billions, delay America

To Africa, home away, the six text-tillion

Turn, Siskel and Ebert givin' two thumbs

New York Times call it my best
work, bump to it

You can Rolling Stone every bone, and kill 'em at the
Grammy's

Have 'em sit down, polly with the top five families

Blocka-blocka, boom, now they all dead

Now I'm the only one gettin'
that bread, that's right

And the only one rockin' those threads

See
these cowards let the fuckin' lead go to they head



[Hook: Ghostface
Killah]

I needed to scream on all ya'll bitches, birds

But the more
you bite my style, the more I learn

Your rhymes ain't workin' now, look
who's hurtin' now

I had to shut you down, I had to shut you down



[Outro: Ghostface Killah]

God, yeah, party people

You are
now listenin' to the sounds of Ghost Radio

777 F.M. and all that, no
doubt

It's real right about now, yeah

The dance floor is packed and
all that

Everything lookin' glory, I see asses

I see glasses in the
air, yo, put your hands in the air

Come one, let me hear you see
Theodore, "Theodore"

Theodore, "Theodore", yeah, yeah

That was
chunky and all that

No doubt, but yo, where Staten Island at?

Where
ya'll at? Make some noise, yo, yo, come on

Yeah, check-check-check-check
me out

Check-check-checkin' me out, come on

Take-take-take-takin'
me out, whose take-take-takin' me out

Come on baby, take me out, uh-huh,
yeah, no doubt, no doubt