Ghostface Killah Biscuits Lyrics

(feat. Trife)

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yo... who the f___ brought me this chocolate s___, man?
I said a banana nutriment, man
Ya'll heard the f___ I said... I gave you.
I wrote it on the f___in' paper, man
Ya'll m____fuckas always f___ around and forgettin' something and s___
Smart dumb n____z and s___, runnin' around here and s___
Ya'll n____z need to wisen up, man, yo..
f___ that special ed, s___

[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___ 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 b_____, f___ all the talkin'
Safety off and s___, 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 b______s
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 a__ 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' s___, long biscuits
f___ around, take all your s___
Call your bluff, y'all f__gots don't want no beef
Grind your teeth, and just, roll with it, don't risk it
f___ around, and be a statistic

[Trife]
Yo, yo, n____z ask why I use my glock
Cuz it's 2003, m____fucka, 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____z keep they heat blazin' like laundry wells
Don't ever talk to a n____ like I'm one of your kids
Cuz I'll c___ 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____, 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____, f___ your wack stones

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
That's right, it's real!
It's that m____fuckin' Theodore Unit
Nahwhatimean? Staten Island, live s___, y'all
Straight up and down, nothin' but that cutthroat s___
Blowin' n____z back home, you know what I mean?
I don't give a f___... we could take it there
Whatever, peace, we got him n____
Yeah, now I'mma strangle it there
No doubt, it's real right now, m____fucka
Ya'll n____z done done it, f___ y'all yeah
I'mma get the f___ outta this booth