Biscuits

Lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo, who the fuck brought me this chocolate shit, man? I said a banana Nutrament, man Y'all heard what the fuck I said, I gave you... I wrote it on the fuckin' paper, man! Y'all motherfuckers always fuckin' around and forgettin' somethin' and shit Smart dumb niggas and shit, runnin' around here and shit Y'all niggas need to wisen up, man, yo Get off that special ed shit, man [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] I said Big O, hydro-face, pass me the Sazón, it's on There goes son, tap out the hash bone Half moon, he rock three fourth quarter length No jewels, no rocks, his mouth was his spotlight His gold tooth was a half a hill That's a six digit split 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 is red, socks is bloody, fuck all the talkin' Safety off and shit, crept up, "What up money? Freeze! Don't move, turn around, act like James Brown And get down! Get slapped with the pi-dound 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 that, I'ma 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 nosey ass pigs'll get splattered It's the T-H-E-O-D-O-R-E Send me to Iraq, I come back with don heat Teeth, less than a week, they'll be callin' me Chief of Defense, 'cause I sure do cook when it's beef [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Trife] Yo, what up? Meet– these– O.G.'s Co-D's in 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 [Verse 2: Trife Diesel] Yo, yo, niggas ask why I use my Glock 'Cause it's 2003, motherfucker, I refuse to box I'm true to block, strip you for your shoes and socks Remove your watch, or I'ma have to lose your top I'm from a place where junkheads and zombies dwell And niggas keep the heat blazin' like Bonzi Wells Don't ever talk to a nigga like I'm one of your kids 'Cause I'll cock back the MAC and pop one in your ribs So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs I'ma 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 'Cause me without a gun is like Queens without the bridge Classic cut, this is how a O.G. live Lamp in villas, and still get heard with no spins This is Trife Diesel, New York's backbone, back home, back blown It's Theodore, nigga, fuck your wack stones [Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Trife] Yo, what up? Meet– these– O.G.'s Co-D's in 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 Yo, what up? Meet– these– O.G.'s Co-D's in 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 [Outro: Ghostface Killah, over the Chorus] That's right, it's real! It's that motherfuckin' Theodore shit! Nahmean Staten Island, live shit, y'all, straight up and down Nothin' but that cutthroat shit Blowin' niggas back home, you nahmean? I don't give a fuck We could take it there – whatever! Hits? We got 'em, nigga! Yeah, now I'ma strangle the game! No doubt, it's real right now, motherfucker Y'all niggas done done it – fuck y'all doin' (I'ma get the fuck outta this fuckin' booth...)