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Ghostface Killah

Genres: Hip-Hop

Heard It All Before Lyrics - Ghostface Killah

[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 

F**k a rope nigga, my gold chain'll hang you 

Danish darts, language arts, slanger banger you 

Punk motherf**ka... 

 

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[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 f**kin' lead go to they head 

 

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[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 

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