Текст (слова) песни: Ghostface Killah f Trife - Biscuits

 
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] 
Yo... who the fuck brought me this chocolate shit, man? 
I said a banana nutriment, man 
Ya`ll heard the fuck I said... I gave you. 
I wrote it on the fuckin` paper, man 
Ya`ll muthafuckas always fuck around and forgettin` something and shit 
Smart dumb niggaz and shit, runnin` around here and shit 
Ya`ll niggaz need to wisen up, man, yo.. 
Fuck that special ed, shit 
 
[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, fuck 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, fuck all the talkin` 
Safety off and shit, 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` shit, long biscuits 
Fuck around, take all your shit 
Call your bluff, y`all faggots don`t want no beef 
Grind your teeth, and just, roll with it, don`t risk it 
Fuck around, and be a statistic 
 
[Trife] 
Yo, yo, niggaz ask why I use my glock 
Cuz it`s 2003, muthafucka, 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 niggaz keep they heat blazin` like laundry wells 
Don`t ever talk to a nigga 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 nigga, 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, nigga, fuck your wack stones 
 
[Chorus 2X] 
 
[Outro: Ghostface Killah] 
That`s right, it`s real! 
It`s that muthafuckin` Theodore Unit 
Nahwhatimean? Staten Island, live shit, y`all 
Straight up and down, nothin` but that cutthroat shit 
Blowin` niggaz back home, you know what I mean? 
I don`t give a fuck... we could take it there 
Whatever, peace, we got him nigga 
Yeah, now I`mma strangle it there 
No doubt, it`s real right now, muthafucka 
Ya`ll niggaz done done it, fuck y`all yeah 
I`mma get the fuck outta this booth
 

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