- Biscuits (Ft. Trife Da God) 歌詞 Ghostface Killah
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- Ghostface Killah Biscuits (Ft. Trife Da God) 歌詞
- Ghostface Killah
- Yo who the f**k brought me this chocolate shit man
I said a banana nutriment man
Youll heard the f**k I said I gave you
I wrote it on the f**king paper man
Youll muthaf**kas always f**k around
And forgetting something and shit
Smart dumb niggaz and shit
Running around here and shit
Youll niggaz need to wisen up man yo
F**k that special ed shit
I said Big O hydro face pass me the sazone its on
There go son tap out the hash bone
Half moon he rock three fourth quarter length
No jewels no rocks its not worth the spotlight
His gun tool was a half a hill
Thats 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
Dont move turn around
Act like James Brown
And get down
Get slapped with the put down
Wasnt you the same clown
Uptown yapping
I keep big Shirley on my side so Whats Happening
Try eating these shells they non fattening
After you digest gat Imma stomp you bastards
So take that blaow blaow
Ghost he still breathing
Blaow blaow
Anything after that it dont matter
Your homies and your close relatives
Even them nosy ass pigsll get splattered
Its 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 its beef
Yo what up
Meet these O G s quote these and
Ballers shit long biscuits
F**k around take all your shit
Call your bluff youll faggots dont want no beef
Grind your teeth and just
Roll with it dont risk it
F**k around and be a statistic
Niggaz ask why I use my glock
Cuz its 2003 muthaf**ka I refuse to box
Im true to block
Strip you for your shoes and socks
Remove your watch
Yo Imma have to lose your top
Im from a place where chunkheads and zombies dwell
And niggaz keep they heat blazing like laundry wells
Dont ever talk to a nigga like Im one of your kids
Cuz Ill cock back the mag and pop one in your ribs
So homeboy keep running your jibs
Imma run in your crib
Pistol whip you right in front of your wiz
My nigga thats 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 Yorks backbone back home
Black blown its theodore nigga
F**k your wack stones
Yo what up
Meet these O G s quote these and
Ballers shit long biscuits
F**k around take all your shit
Call your bluff youll faggots dont want no beef
Grind your teeth and just
Roll with it dont risk it
F**k around and be a statistic
Yowhat up
Meet these O G s quote these and
Ballers shit long biscuits
F**k around take all your shit
Call your bluff youll faggots dont want no beef
Grind your teeth and just
Roll with it dont risk it
F**k around and be a statistic
Blowing niggaz back home you know I mean
I dont give a f**k we could take it there
Whatever peace we got him nigga
Yeah now Imma strangle it there
No doubt its real right now muthaf**ka
Youll niggaz done done it f**k youll yeah
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