Biscuits

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]<br>Yo... who the fuck brought me this chocolate shit, man?<br>I said a banana nutriment, man<br>Ya`ll heard the fuck I said... I gave you.<br>I wrote it on the fuckin` paper, man<br>Ya`ll muthafuckas always fuck around and forgettin` something and shit<br>Smart dumb niggaz and shit, runnin` around here and shit<br>Ya`ll niggaz need to wisen up, man, yo..<br>Fuck that special ed, shit<br><br>[Ghostface Killah]<br>I said Big O, hydro-face, pass me the sazone, it`s on<br>There go son, tap out the hash bone<br>Half moon, he rock, three`s fourth quarter length<br>No jewels, no rocks, it`s not worth the spotlight<br>His gun tool, was a half a hill<br>That`s a six digit slip behind five sticks, eatin` steel, fuck him<br>We gon` -- we gon` get our money<br>If he front, they gon` read about the rocks in his tummy<br>Mouth was red, socks was bloody, fuck all the talkin`<br>Safety off and shit, crept out, "What up money? Freeze!"<br>Don`t move, turn around, act like James Brown<br>And get down! Get slapped with the put down<br>Wasn`t you the same clown? Uptown, yappin`<br>I keep big Shirley on my side, so What`s Happenin`?<br>Try eatin` these shells, they non fattening<br>After you digest gat, I`mma stomp you bastards<br>So take that.. blaow, blaow! Ghost, he still breathing<br>Blaow, blaow! Anything after that it don`t matter<br>Your homies and your close relatives<br>Even them nosy ass pigs`ll get splattered<br>It`s the TH-EO-DORE, send me to Iraq I come back with don heat<br>Teeth, less than a week, they be callin` me<br>Keep with the fists, cuz I sure do cook when it`s beef<br><br>[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]<br>Yo, what up? Meet, these, O.G.`s, quote these and<br>Baller` shit, long biscuits<br>Fuck around, take all your shit<br>Call your bluff, y`all faggots don`t want no beef<br>Grind your teeth, and just, roll with it, don`t risk it<br>Fuck around, and be a statistic<br><br>[Trife]<br>Yo, yo, niggaz ask why I use my glock<br>Cuz it`s 2003, muthafucka, I refuse to box<br>I`m true to block, strip you for your shoes and socks<br>Remove your watch, yo I`mma have to lose your top<br>I`m from a place where chunkheads and zombies dwell<br>And niggaz keep they heat blazin` like laundry wells<br>Don`t ever talk to a nigga like I`m one of your kids<br>Cuz I`ll cock back the mag and pop one in your ribs<br>So homeboy, keep runnin` your jibs, I`mma run in your crib<br>Pistol whip you right in front of your wiz<br>My nigga, that`s how it is, I get it, just how I live<br>Cuz me without a gun, is like Queens without the bridge<br>Classic cut, this is how a O.G. live<br>Lamp in village, and still get heard with no spins<br>This is Trife Diesel, New York`s backbone, back home<br>Black blown, it`s Theodore, nigga, fuck your wack stones<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br><br>[Outro: Ghostface Killah]<br>That`s right, it`s real!<br>It`s that muthafuckin` Theodore Unit<br>Nahwhatimean? Staten Island, live shit, y`all<br>Straight up and down, nothin` but that cutthroat shit<br>Blowin` niggaz back home, you know what I mean?<br>I don`t give a fuck... we could take it there<br>Whatever, peace, we got him nigga<br>Yeah, now I`mma strangle it there<br>No doubt, it`s real right now, muthafucka<br>Ya`ll niggaz done done it, fuck y`all yeah<br>I`mma get the fuck outta this booth