- Biscuits (Ft. Trife Da God) 歌词 Ghostface Killah
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- Ghostface Killah Biscuits (Ft. Trife Da God) 歌词
- Ghostface Killah
- Yo who the f**k brought me this chocolate shit man
I said a banana nutriment man
You'll heard the f**k I said I gave you
I wrote it on the f**king paper man
You'll muthaf**kas always f**k around
And forgetting something and shit
Smart dumb niggaz and shit
Running around here and shit
You'll niggaz need to wisen up man yo
F**k that special ed shit
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 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 f**k him
We gone we gone get our money
If he front
They gone read about the rocks in his tummy
Mouth was red socks was bloody
F**k 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 Happening
Try eating 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 calling 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's shit long biscuits
F**k around take all your shit
Call your bluff you'll 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
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 blazing 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 running 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
F**k your wack stones
Yo what up
Meet these O G 's quote these and
Baller's shit long biscuits
F**k around take all your shit
Call your bluff you'll 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's shit long biscuits
F**k around take all your shit
Call your bluff you'll 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
Blowing niggaz back home you know I mean
I don't give a f**k 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 muthaf**ka
You'll niggaz done done it f**k you'll yeah
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