Lyrics Biscuits - Ghostface Killah feat. Trife
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
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
Ghostface
Killah]
Yo,
what
up?
Meet,
these,
O.G.'s,
quote
these
and
Baller'
shit,
longcuits
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,
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
2X]
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
1 Biscuits
2 Kunta Fly Shit
3 Beat The Clock
4 Save Me Dear
5 It's Over
6 Tush
7 Holla
8 Ghostface
9 Be This Way
10 The Letter - Skit
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