Biscuits (explicit Album Version)

Biscuits - Ghostface Killah

Yo who the f**k brought

Me this chocolate sh*t man

I said a banana nutriment man

Ya'll heard the f**k I said I gave you

I wrote it on the f**kin' paper man

Ya'll muthaf**kas always f**k around

And forgettin' something and sh*t

Smart dumb niggaz and sh*t

Runnin' around here and sh*t

Ya'll niggaz need to wisen up man yo

F**k that special ed sh*t

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 f**k 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 f**k all the talkin

Safety off and sh*t 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 a**

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

Yo what up Meet these

O G 's quote these and

Baller' sh*t long biscuits

F**k around take all your sh*t

Call your bluff y'all faggots

Don't want no beef

Grind your teeth and just

Roll with it don't risk it

F**k around and be a statistic

Yo yo niggaz ask why

I use my glock

Cuz it's 2003 muthaf**ka

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 ni**a

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 ni**a 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

Ni**a f**k your wack stones

Yo what up Meet these

O G 's quote these and

Baller' sh*t long biscuits

F**k around take all your sh*t

Call your bluff y'all

Faggots don't want no beef

Grind your teeth and

Just roll with it don't risk it

F**k around and be a statistic

Yo what up Meet these

O G 's quote these and

Baller' sh*t long biscuits

F**k around take all your sh*t

Call your bluff y'all

Faggots don't want no beef

Grind your teeth and just

Roll with it don't risk it

F**k around and be a statistic

Blowin' niggaz back home

You know what I mean

I don't give a f**k we could take it there

Whatever peace we got him ni**a

Yeah now I'mma strangle it there

No doubt it's real right now muthaf**ka

Ya'll niggaz done done it f**k y'all yeah

I'mma get the f**k outta this booth