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Текст (слова) песни: Ghostface Killah f Trife - Biscuits

[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 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

[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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