Ghostface Killah Biscuits (feat. Trife) Lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yo... who the f___ brought me this chocolate s___, man?
I said a banana nutriment, man
You all heard the f___ I said... I gave you.
I wrote it on the f___in' paper, man
You all m_________ers always f___ around and forgettin' something and s___
Smart dumb n____s and s___, runnin' around here and s___
You all n____s 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're gonna -- we're gonna get our money
If he front, they're gonna 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'm gonna stomp you b______s
So take that.. blow, blow! Ghost, he still breathing
Blow, blow! Anything after that it don't matter
Your homies and your close relatives
Even them nosy a__ pigs'll get splattered
It's the THEODORE, send me to Iraq I come back with don heat
Teeth, less than a week, they be callin' me
Keep with the fists, 'cause 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, you 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____s ask why I use my glock
'cause it's 2003, m_________er, I refuse to box
I'm true to block, strip you for your shoes and socks
Remove your watch, yo I'm gonna have to lose your top
I'm from a place where chunk heads and zombies dwell
And n____s keep they heat blazin' like Bonzi Wells
Don't ever talk to a n____ like I'm one of your kids
'cause I'll c___ back the mag and pop one in your ribs
So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs, I'm gonna 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
'cause me without a gun is like Queens without the bridge
Classic cut, this is how an 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
Know what I mean? Staten Island, live s___, you all
Straight up and down, nothin' but that cutthroat s___
Blowin' n____s 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'm gonna strangle it there
No doubt, it's real right now, m_________er
You all n____s done done it, f___ you all yeah
I'm gonna get the f___ outta this booth