Ghostface Killah Lyrics

Album: The Pretty Toney Album

Biscuits Lyrics

(feat. Trife)

 [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