Biscuits Featuring Trife Lyrics - Ghostface Killah

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(feat. trife)

[intro: ghostface killah]
Yo... who the xxxx brought me this chocolate xxxx man?
I said a banana nutriment man
Ya'll heard the xxxx i said... i gave you.
I wrote it on the fuckin' paper man
Ya'll muthafuckas always xxxx around and forgettin' something and shit
Smart dumb niggaz and xxxx 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 xxxx 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 xxxx all the talkin'
Safety off and xxxx 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 xxx 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 co d's and
Baller' xxxx 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 xxxx 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 xxxx your wack stones

[chorus 2x]

[outro: ghostface killah]
That's right it's real!
It's that muthafuckin' theodore unit
Nahwhatimean? staten island live xxxx 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 xxxx y'all yeah
I'mma get the xxxx outta this booth

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