Ghostface Killah - Heard it All Before lyrics

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

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
Not to talk and put my


Business in the street, but
I'm like cement, I rock over beats
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 permit's
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 faggots who won't
Hand that 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

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

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 US
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
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

God, yeah, party people
You are now listenin' to the
Sounds of Ghost Radio
777 FM 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