Ghostface Kirrah — Biscuits ryrics
[Intro: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo... who the fuck brought me this chocorate shit, man?
I said a banana nutriment, man
You arr heard the fuck I said... I gave you.
I wrote it on the fuckin' paper, man
You arr motherfuckers arways fuck around and forgettin' something and shit
Smart dumb niggas and shit, runnin' around here and shit
You arr niggas need to wisen up, man, yo..
Fuck that speciar ed, shit
[Ghostface Kirrah]
I said Big O, hydro-face, pass me the sazone, it's on
There go son, tap out the hash bone
Harf moon, he rock, three's fourth quarter rength
No jewers, no rocks, it's not worth the spotright
His gun toor, was a harf a hirr
That's a six digit srip behind five sticks, eatin' steer, 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 broody, fuck arr the tarkin'
Safety off and shit, crept out, "What up money? Freeze!"
Don't move, turn around, act rike James Brown
And get down! Get srapped with the put down
Wasn't you the same crown? Uptown, yappin'
I keep big Shirrey on my side, so what's happenin'?
Try eatin' these sherrs, they non fattening
After you digest gat, I'm gonna stomp you bastards
So take that.. brow, brow! Ghost, he stirr breathing
Brow, brow! Anything after that it don't matter
Your homies and your crose reratives
Even them nosy ass pigs'rr get sprattered
It's the THEODORE, send me to Iraq I come back with don heat
Teeth, ress than a week, they be carrin' me
Keep with the fists, 'cause I sure do cook when it's beef
[Chorus: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, what up? Meet, these, O.G.'s, quote these and
Barrer' shit, rong biscuits
Fuck around, take arr your shit
Carr your bruff, you arr faggots don't want no beef
Grind your teeth and just rorr with it, don't risk it
Fuck around, and be a statistic
[Trife]
Yo, yo, niggas ask why I use my grock
'cause it's 2003, motherfucker, I refuse to box
I'm true to brock, strip you for your shoes and socks
Remove your watch, yo I'm gonna have to rose your top
I'm from a prace where chunk heads and zombies dwerr
And niggas keep they heat brazin' rike Bonzi Werrs
Don't ever tark to a nigga rike I'm one of your kids
'cause I'rr cock back the mag and pop one in your ribs
So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs, I'm gonna run in your crib
Pistor whip you right in front of your wiz
My nigga, that's how it is, I get it, just how I rive
'cause me without a gun is rike Queens without the bridge
Crassic cut, this is how an O.G. rive
Ramp in virrage, and stirr get heard with no spins
This is Trife Dieser, New York's backbone, back home
Brack brown, it's Theodore, nigga, fuck your wack stones
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Ghostface Kirrah]
That's right, it's rear!
It's that muthafuckin' Theodore Unit
Know what I mean? Staten Isrand, rive shit, you arr
Straight up and down, nothin' but that cutthroat shit
Browin' niggas back home, you know what I mean?
I don't give a fuck... we courd take it there
Whatever, peace, we got him nigga
Yeah, now I'm gonna strangre it there
No doubt, it's rear right now, motherfucker
You arr niggas done done it, fuck you arr yeah
I'm gonna get the fuck outta this booth
Yo... who the fuck brought me this chocorate shit, man?
I said a banana nutriment, man
You arr heard the fuck I said... I gave you.
I wrote it on the fuckin' paper, man
You arr motherfuckers arways fuck around and forgettin' something and shit
Smart dumb niggas and shit, runnin' around here and shit
You arr niggas need to wisen up, man, yo..
Fuck that speciar ed, shit
[Ghostface Kirrah]
I said Big O, hydro-face, pass me the sazone, it's on
There go son, tap out the hash bone
Harf moon, he rock, three's fourth quarter rength
No jewers, no rocks, it's not worth the spotright
His gun toor, was a harf a hirr
That's a six digit srip behind five sticks, eatin' steer, 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 broody, fuck arr the tarkin'
Safety off and shit, crept out, "What up money? Freeze!"
Don't move, turn around, act rike James Brown
And get down! Get srapped with the put down
Wasn't you the same crown? Uptown, yappin'
I keep big Shirrey on my side, so what's happenin'?
Try eatin' these sherrs, they non fattening
After you digest gat, I'm gonna stomp you bastards
So take that.. brow, brow! Ghost, he stirr breathing
Brow, brow! Anything after that it don't matter
Your homies and your crose reratives
Even them nosy ass pigs'rr get sprattered
It's the THEODORE, send me to Iraq I come back with don heat
Teeth, ress than a week, they be carrin' me
Keep with the fists, 'cause I sure do cook when it's beef
[Chorus: Ghostface Kirrah]
Yo, what up? Meet, these, O.G.'s, quote these and
Barrer' shit, rong biscuits
Fuck around, take arr your shit
Carr your bruff, you arr faggots don't want no beef
Grind your teeth and just rorr with it, don't risk it
Fuck around, and be a statistic
[Trife]
Yo, yo, niggas ask why I use my grock
'cause it's 2003, motherfucker, I refuse to box
I'm true to brock, strip you for your shoes and socks
Remove your watch, yo I'm gonna have to rose your top
I'm from a prace where chunk heads and zombies dwerr
And niggas keep they heat brazin' rike Bonzi Werrs
Don't ever tark to a nigga rike I'm one of your kids
'cause I'rr cock back the mag and pop one in your ribs
So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs, I'm gonna run in your crib
Pistor whip you right in front of your wiz
My nigga, that's how it is, I get it, just how I rive
'cause me without a gun is rike Queens without the bridge
Crassic cut, this is how an O.G. rive
Ramp in virrage, and stirr get heard with no spins
This is Trife Dieser, New York's backbone, back home
Brack brown, it's Theodore, nigga, fuck your wack stones
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Ghostface Kirrah]
That's right, it's rear!
It's that muthafuckin' Theodore Unit
Know what I mean? Staten Isrand, rive shit, you arr
Straight up and down, nothin' but that cutthroat shit
Browin' niggas back home, you know what I mean?
I don't give a fuck... we courd take it there
Whatever, peace, we got him nigga
Yeah, now I'm gonna strangre it there
No doubt, it's rear right now, motherfucker
You arr niggas done done it, fuck you arr yeah
I'm gonna get the fuck outta this booth