Biscuits (feat. Trife)

Yo, who the fuck brought me this chocolate shit man?

I said a banana nurtiment, man

Y'all heard the fuck I said, I gave you, I wrote it on the fucking paper man

Y'all motherfuckers alway fuck around and forgetting something and shit

Smart dumb **** and shit, running around here and shit

Y'all **** need to wisen up, man yo

Fuck 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, threes 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 gon', we gon' get our money

If he front, they 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 smacked with the put down

Wasn't you the same clown, uptown yapping?

I keep big Shirly on my side, so what's happening?

Try eating these shells, they non-fattening

After you digest that, I'ma 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 T H E O D O R E, 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

Yo what up? Meet these OGs

Quote these 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, **** ask why I use my glock

'Cause it's 2003 mothafucka, I refuse to box

I'm true to block, strip you for your shoes and socks

Remove your watch, or I'ma have to lose your top

I'm a place where junkheads and zombies dwell

And **** keep they heat blazing like laundry wells

Don't ever talk to a **** 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'ma run in your crib

Pistol whip you right in front of your wiz

My **** 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 village and still get heard with no spins

This is Trife Diesel, New York's backbone back home

Back blown, it's Theodore ****, fuck your wack stones

Yo what up? Meet these OGs

Quote these 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

Quote these 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

Blowing **** back home, you know what I mean?

I don't give a fuck, we could take it there

Whatever, peace, we got him ****

Yeah, now I'ma strangle it game

No doubt, it's real right now motherfucker

Y'all **** done done it, fuck y'all