Текст (слова) песни: Ghostface - Biscuits (Feat. Trife)

(feat. Trife)

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yo... who the fuck brought me this chocolate shit, man?
I said a banana nutriment, man
Yall heard the fuck I said... I gave you.
I wrote it on the fuckin paper, man
Yall muthafuckas always fuck around and forgettin something and shit
Smart dumb niggaz and shit, runnin around here and shit
Yall niggaz need to wisen up, man, yo..
Fuck that special ed, shit

[Ghostface Killah]
I said Big O, hydro-face, pass me the sazone, its on
There go son, tap out the hash bone
Half moon, he rock, threes fourth quarter length
No jewels, no rocks, its not worth the spotlight
His gun tool, was a half a hill
Thats 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!"
Dont move, turn around, act like James Brown
And get down! Get slapped with the put down
Wasnt you the same clown? Uptown, yappin
I keep big Shirley on my side, so Whats Happenin?
Try eatin these shells, they non fattening
After you digest gat, Imma stomp you bastards
So take that.. blaow, blaow! Ghost, he still breathing
Blaow, blaow! Anything after that it dont matter
Your homies and your close relatives
Even them nosy ass pigsll get splattered
Its 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 its beef

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, what up? Meet, these, O.G.s, Co Ds and
Baller shit, long biscuits
Fuck around, take all your shit
Call your bluff, yall faggots dont want no beef
Grind your teeth, and just, roll with it, dont risk it
Fuck around, and be a statistic

[Trife]
Yo, yo, niggaz ask why I use my glock
Cuz its 2003, muthafucka, I refuse to box
Im true to block, strip you for your shoes and socks
Remove your watch, yo Imma have to lose your top
Im from a place where chunkheads and zombies dwell
And niggaz keep they heat blazin like Bonzie Wells
Dont ever talk to a nigga like Im one of your kids
Cuz Ill cock back the mag and pop one in your ribs
So homeboy, keep runnin your jibs, Imma run in your crib
Pistol whip you right in front of your wiz
My nigga, thats 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 Yorks backbone, back home
Black blown, its Theodore, nigga, fuck your wack stones

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: Ghostface Killah]
Thats right, its real!
Its that muthafuckin Theodore Unit
Nahwhatimean? Staten Island, live shit, yall
Straight up and down, nothin but that cutthroat shit
Blowin niggaz back home, you know what I mean?
I dont give a fuck... we could take it there
Whatever, peace, we got him nigga
Yeah, now Imma strangle it there
No doubt, its real right now, muthafucka
Yall niggaz done done it, fuck yall yeah
Imma get the fuck outta this booth
Другие песни Ghostface:

Be This Way
Beat The Clock
Biscuits (Feat. Trife)
Ghostface
Holla
Kunta Fly Shit
Run (Feat. Jadakiss)
Save Me Dear
Tooken Back (Feat. Jackie-O)
Tush (Feat. Missy Elliott)