Ghostface Killah - Biscuits Lyrics
(feat. Trife)[intro: Ghostface Killah]Yo... Who The ***** Brought Me This Chocolate Shit, Man?I Said A Banana Nutriment, ManYa'll Heard The ***** I Said... I Gave You.I Wrote It On The *****in' Paper, ManYa'll Mutha*****as Always ***** Around And Forgettin' Something And ShitSmart Dumb Niggaz And Shit, Runnin' Around Here And ShitYa'll Niggaz Need To Wisen Up, Man, Yo..***** That Special Ed, Shit[ghostface Killah]I Said Big O, Hydro-face, Pass Me The Sazone, It's OnThere Go Son, Tap Out The Hash BoneHalf Moon, He Rock, Three's Fourth Quarter LengthNo Jewels, No Rocks, It's Not Worth The SpotlightHis Gun Tool, Was A Half A HillThat's A Six Digit Slip Behind Five Sticks, Eatin' Steel, ***** HimWe Gon' -- We Gon' Get Our MoneyIf He Front, They Gon' Read About The Rocks In His TummyMouth Was Red, Socks Was Bloody, ***** All The Talkin'Safety Off And Shit, Crept Out, "what Up Money? Freeze!"Don't Move, Turn Around, Act Like James BrownAnd Get Down! Get Slapped With The Put DownWasn't You The Same Clown? Uptown, Yappin'I Keep Big Shirley On My Side, So What's Happenin'?Try Eatin' These Shells, They Non FatteningAfter You Digest Gat, I'mma Stomp You BastardsSo Take That.. Blaow, Blaow! Ghost, He Still BreathingBlaow, Blaow! Anything After That It Don't MatterYour Homies And Your Close RelativesEven Them Nosy Ass Pigs'll Get SplatteredIt's The Th-eo-dore, Send Me To Iraq I Come Back With Don HeatTeeth, Less Than A Week, They Be Callin' MeKeep 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 AndBaller' Shit, Long Biscuits***** Around, Take All Your ShitCall Your Bluff, Y'all Faggots Don't Want No BeefGrind Your Teeth, And Just, Roll With It, Don't Risk It***** Around, And Be A Statistic[trife]Yo, Yo, Niggaz Ask Why I Use My GlockCuz It's 2003, Mutha*****a, I Refuse To BoxI'm True To Block, Strip You For Your Shoes And SocksRemove Your Watch, Yo I'mma Have To Lose Your TopI'm From A Place Where Chunkheads And Zombies DwellAnd Niggaz Keep They Heat Blazin' Like Laundry WellsDon't Ever Talk To A Nigga Like I'm One Of Your KidsCuz I'll ***** Back The Mag And Pop One In Your RibsSo Homeboy, Keep Runnin' Your Jibs, I'mma Run In Your CribPistol Whip You Right In Front Of Your WizMy Nigga, That's How It Is, I Get It, Just How I LiveCuz Me Without A Gun, Is Like Queens Without The BridgeClassic Cut, This Is How A O.g. LiveLamp In Village, And Still Get Heard With No SpinsThis Is Trife Diesel, New York's Backbone, Back HomeBlack Blown, It's Theodore, Nigga, ***** Your Wack Stones[chorus 2x][outro: Ghostface Killah]That's Right, It's Real!It's That Mutha*****in' Theodore UnitNahwhatimean? Staten Island, Live Shit, Y'allStraight Up And Down, Nothin' But That Cutthroat ShitBlowin' Niggaz Back Home, You Know What I Mean?I Don't Give A *****... We Could Take It ThereWhatever, Peace, We Got Him NiggaYeah, Now I'mma Strangle It ThereNo Doubt, It's Real Right Now, Mutha*****aYa'll Niggaz Done Done It, ***** Y'all YeahI'mma Get The ***** Outta This Booth
