Biscuits - Ghostface Killah feat Trife
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yo... who the f_ck brought me this chocolate sh_t, man?
I said a banana nutriment, man
Ya'll heard the f_ck I said... I gave you.
I wrote it on the f_ckin' paper, man
Ya'll muthaf_ckas always f_ck around and forgettin' something and sh_t
Smart dumb n_ggaz and sh_t, runnin' around here and sh_t
Ya'll n_ggaz need to wisen up, man, yo..
F_ck that special ed, sh_t
[Ghostface Killah]
I said Big O, hydro-face, pass me the sazone, it's on
There go son, tap out the hash bone
Half moon, he rock, three's fourth quarter length
No jewels, no rocks, it's not worth the spotlight
His gun tool, was a half a hill
That's a six digit slip behind five sticks, eatin' steel, f_ck him
We gon' -- we gon' get our money
If he front, they gon' read about the rocks in his tummy
Mouth was red, socks was bloody, f_ck all the talkin'
Safety off and sh_t, crept out, "What up money? Freeze!"
Don't move, turn around, act like James Brown
And get down! Get slapped with the put down
Wasn't you the same clown? Uptown, yappin'
I keep big Shirley on my side, so What's Happenin'?
Try eatin' these shells, they non fattening
After you digest gat, I'mma stomp you bastards
So take that.. blaow, blaow! Ghost, he still breathing
Blaow, blaow! Anything after that it don't matter
Your homies and your close relatives
Even them nosy ass pigs'll get splattered
It's the TH-EO-DORE, send me to Iraq I come back with don heat
Teeth, less than a week, they be callin' me
Keep with the fists, cuz I sure do cook when it's beef
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, what up? Meet, these, O.G.'s, quote these and
Baller' sh_t, long biscuits
F_ck around, take all your sh_t
Call your bluff, y'all faggots don't want no beef
Grind your teeth, and just, roll with it, don't risk it
F_ck around, and be a statistic
[Trife]
Yo, yo, n_ggaz ask why I use my glock
Cuz it's 2003, muthaf_cka, I refuse to box
I'm true to block, strip you for your shoes and socks
Remove your watch, yo I'mma have to lose your top
I'm from a place where chunkheads and zombies dwell
And n_ggaz keep they heat blazin' like laundry wells
Don't ever talk to a n_gga like I'm one of your kids
Cuz I'll cock back the mag and pop one in your ribs
So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs, I'mma run in your crib
Pistol whip you right in front of your wiz
My n_gga, that's how it is, I get it, just how I live
Cuz me without a gun, is like Queens without the bridge
Classic cut, this is how a O.G. live
Lamp in village, and still get heard with no spins
This is Trife Diesel, New York's backbone, back home
Black blown, it's Theodore, n_gga, f_ck your wack stones
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
That's right, it's real!
It's that muthaf_ckin' Theodore Unit
Nahwhatimean? Staten Island, live sh_t, y'all
Straight up and down, nothin' but that cutthroat sh_t
Blowin' n_ggaz back home, you know what I mean?
I don't give a f_ck... we could take it there
Whatever, peace, we got him n_gga
Yeah, now I'mma strangle it there
No doubt, it's real right now, muthaf_cka
Ya'll n_ggaz done done it, f_ck y'all yeah
I'mma get the f_ck outta this booth
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