Biscuits Ghostface Killah (Ft. Trife Diesel)

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, who the fuck brought me this chocolate shit, man?
I said a banana nutrament, man
Y'all heard what the fuck I said
I gave you the...
I wrote it on the fuckin' paper, man!
Y'all muthafuckas 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, yo
Get off that special ed shit though, man

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
I said Big O, hydro-face, pass me the sazon, it's on
There go son, tap out the hash bone
Half moon, he rock, three's 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, eatin' steel, fuck him
We gon'- we gon' get our money
If he front, they gon' read about the rocks in his tummy
Mouth was red, socks was bloody, fuck all the talkin'
Safety off and shit, crept up, "What up money? Freeze!"
Don't move, turn around, act like James Brown
And get down! Get slapped with the pi-dound
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-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 callin' me
Chief of Defense, 'cause I sure do cook when it's beef