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Biscuits
Ghostface Killah
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Yo, who the fuck brought me the shopping shit, man?
I said a banana Nutra-Mint, man
Y'all heard the fuck I said, I gave you the
I wrote it on the fuckin' paper, man
Motherfuckers always fuckin' around and forgettin' somethin' and shit
Smart dumb niggas and shit runnin' around here and shit
Y'all niggas need to wisen up, man
Fuck that special ed shit, man
I said Big O, hide your face, pass me the sad zone, it's on
There go son, tap out the hash bone, half-moon, he rock
Three-fourth quarter length, no jewels, no rocks
His mouth was a spotlight, his front tooth was a half a hill
That's a six-digit slip of how five sticks he can steal
Fuck him, we gon', we gon' get our money
If he front, they gon' read about the rocks in his tummy
Mouth is red, socks is bloody, fuck all the talkin'
Safety off and shit cracked up without money
Freeze, don't move, turn around
Act like James Brown and get down, get smacked with the pit 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-fattenin'
After you digest that, I'ma stomp you bastard, so take that
Uh, blaow, blaow, don't you still breathin'?
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 G-H-E-O D-O-R-E
Send me to Iraq, I come back with Dom heat
Teeth, less than a week, they be callin' me
Chief of Defense 'cause I sure do cook with this beef
Yo, what up?
Meet these OGs
Clo-D's 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
Yo, yo, niggas ask why I use my Glock
'Cause it's 2003, motherfucker, I refuse to box
Intrude the block, strip you for your shoes and socks
Remove your watch or I'ma have to lose your top
I'm from a place where junkheads and zombies dwell
And niggas keep the heat blazin' like Barnsey Wells
Don't ever talk to a nigga like I'm one of your kids
'Cause I'll cock back the MAC and pop one in your ribs
So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs
I'ma 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 OG live
Lamp in villas and still get heard with no spins
This is Strike Diesel, New York's backbone
Back home, back blowin', stare door, nigga, fuck your Wack Stone
Yo, what up?
Meet these OGs
Clo-D's 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
Yo, what up?
Meet these OGs
Clo-D's 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
Blowin' niggas back home, you know what I mean?
I don't give a fuck
We can take it there, whatever, Hicks
We got 'em, nigga
Yeah, now I'ma strangle the game
No doubt, it's real right now, motherfucker
Y'all niggas done done it
Fuck y'all, move
Let me get the fuck out this fuckin' booth
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