Biscuits Featuring Trife 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 Bonzie 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
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