Ghostface Killah - Ghost Heard It Before lyrics
rate me[Intro: Ghostface Killah]<br />
Yes, yes, we like to thank you<br />
You are the 77th caller<br />
You know you just won a pair of Theodore drawers and all that<br />
How do you feel about that? (Oh my God, that is good daddy I love ya'll)<br />
Yeah, that's right baby, no doubt... right now, his name is Ghostface<br />
Check this joint out right here, it's new, word up<br />
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[Ghostface Killah]<br />
I'm the Mighty Joe Young of rap<br />
Live off of mighty gold, tongue and yack<br />
Ya'll be amazed how I brought it back<br />
Two porsche's, big ass ranch with twelve horses<br />
Scarface breeze when I speak, the all bosses<br />
Plus the jewelry so truck, the cuffs get you nauseous<br />
Two years, been through like six divorces<br />
Now the talking put my business in the street, but<br />
I'm like cement, I rock when I step<br />
Kill music with no hands and leave with no weed stuff<br />
Like my bitches better when they wore Reebok's<br />
See hot, let's have a toast, I verbally bomb deacons<br />
Have the whole church praying for Ghost<br />
When we speak we give sermons, and switch our names over permits<br />
The big shit, you might get burned with<br />
God-body fly automobiles with grills<br />
Two thousand, fifteen, nigga, we can take off the wheel<br />
A Georget Jetson, so ya'll sit still<br />
Chill, peace to Queens, so the God Allah reel's reel<br />
It's the takeover, breaks over, make something<br />
For funny ass package, who want, and a cake over<br />
Monster bangels, bojangles got the forty cocked from all angles<br />
Fuck a rope nigga, my gold chain'll hang you<br />
Danish darts, language arts, slanger banger you<br />
Punk motherfucka...<br />
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[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]<br />
All you talk is poor...<br />
All of your fushu, I got gats, Ghostface that<br />
But your rhymes ain't workin' now, look who's hurtin' now<br />
I had to shut you down, I had to shut you down<br />
<br />
[Ghostface Killah]<br />
Welcome to Saturday Night Live, write rhymes<br />
Glide on beats, and we high from the police<br />
The dogs bark funny, in fact, when I'm clean<br />
They can smell mark money, truck and mad bummy<br />
Off the peter, grab shoots, Cerebel Paisley<br />
Gats, pull out the mack on cancer, the oo-wop<br />
I bag down AIDS, word to the U.S.<br />
There's no need to panic, yo, we been through a phase<br />
Like, namebelts, got the fronts in Alfa Romeo's<br />
Tent the patrol niggas, that we had on a payrole<br />
I play on niggas like stop and go<br />
And tell the other liquors that Don pop more<br />
And Venus told Mercury she a hot ho<br />
Me, I'm just thinkin' bout what's next for Ghost<br />
The Enterprise worth billions, delay America<br />
To Africa, home away, the six text-tillion<br />
Turn, Siskel and Ebert givin' two thumbs<br />
New York Times call it my best work, bump to it<br />
You can Rolling Stone every bone, and kill 'em at the Grammy's<br />
Have 'em sit down, polly with the top five families<br />
Blocka-blocka, boom, now they all dead<br />
Now I'm the only one gettin' that bread, that's right<br />
And the only one rockin' those threads<br />
See these cowards let the fuckin' lead go to they head<br />
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[Hook: Ghostface Killah]<br />
I needed to scream on all ya'll bitches, birds<br />
But the more you bite my style, the more I learn<br />
Your rhymes ain't workin' now, look who's hurtin' now<br />
I had to shut you down, I had to shut you down<br />
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[Outro: Ghostface Killah]<br />
God, yeah, party people<br />
You are now listenin' to the sounds of Ghost Radio<br />
777 F.M. and all that, no doubt<br />
It's real right about now, yeah<br />
The dance floor is packed and all that<br />
Everything lookin' glory, I see asses<br />
I see glasses in the air, yo, put your hands in the air<br />
Come one, let me hear you see Theodore, "Theodore"<br />
Theodore, "Theodore", yeah, yeah<br />
That was chunky and all that<br />
No doubt, but yo, where Staten Island at?<br />
Where ya'll at? Make some noise, yo, yo, come on<br />
Yeah, check-check-check-check me out<br />
Check-check-checkin' me out, come on<br />
Take-take-take-takin' me out, whose take-take-takin' me out<br />
Come on baby, take me out, uh-huh, yeah, no doubt, no doubt
