Biscuits
(专辑: The Pretty Toney Album - 2004)
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo... who the
fuck brought me this chocolate shit, man? I
said a
banana nutriment, man You all heard the
fuck I
said... I
gave you. I
wrote it on the
fucking paper, man You all motherfuckers always fuck around and forgetting something and shit Smart dumb niggas and shit, running around here and shit You all niggas 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, eating steel, fuck him We're gonna we're gonna get our money If he front, they're gonna read about the
rocks in his tummy Mouth was red, socks was bloody, fuck all the
talking 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, yapping I
keep big Shirley on my side, so what's happenin'? Try eating these shells, they non fattening After you digest gat, I'm gonna stomp you bastards So take that.. blow, blow! Ghost, he still breathing Blow, blow! Anything after that it don't matter Your homies and your close relatives Even them nosy ass pigs'll get splattered It's the
THEODORE, send me to Iraq I
come back with don heat Teeth, less than a
week, they be calling me Keep with the
fists, 'cause 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, you 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, niggas ask why I
use my glock 'cause it's 2003, motherfucker, I
refuse to box I'm true to block, strip you for your shoes and socks Remove your watch, yo I'm gonna have to lose your top I'm from a
place where chunk heads and zombies dwell And niggas keep they heat blazing like Bonzi Wells Don't ever talk to a
nigga like I'm one of your kids 'cause I'll cock back the
mag and pop one in your ribs So homeboy, keep running your jibs, I'm gonna 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 'cause me without a
gun is like Queens without the
bridge Classic cut, this is how an 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 muthafucking Theodore Unit Know what I
mean? Staten Island, live shit, you all Straight up and down, nothing but that cutthroat shit Blowing niggas 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'm gonna strangle it there No doubt, it's real right now, motherfucker You all niggas done done it, fuck you all yeah I'm gonna get the
fuck outta this booth