Chords ng Biscuits ni
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah

N/A
Susi: C# minor
Verse 1
Eb
Fm
Yo, who the fuck brought
Eb
me this chocolate shit, man?
Db
I said a banana Nutriment, man
Ya'll heard the fuck I said, I gave you
Eb
I wrote it on the fuckin' paper, man
Fm
Ya'll muthafuckas always fuck around and
Db
Eb
forgettin' something and shit
Smart dumb niggaz and shit,
Db
runnin' around here and shit
Ya'll niggaz need to wisen up, man, yo
Eb
Fuck that special ed, shit
Verse 2
Eb
Fm
I said Big O, hydro- face,
pass me the sazone, it's on
Eb
There go son, tap out the hash bone
Db
Half moon, he rock,
three's fourth quarter length
No jewels, no rocks,
Eb
it's not worth the spotlight
Fm
His gun tool, was a half a hill
Eb
That's a six digit slip be hind five sticks,
Db
eatin' steel, fuck him
We gon' we gon' get our money
If he front, they gon' read
Eb
about the rocks in his tummy
Mouth was red,
Fm
socks was bloody, fuck all the talkin'
Eb
Safety off and shit, crept out,
"What up money? Freeze!"
Db
Don't move, turn around,
act like James Brown
Eb
And get down! Get slapped
with the put down
Fm
Wasn't you the same clown? Uptown,
yappin'
Eb
I keep big Shirley on my side,
so What's Happenin'?
Db
Try eatin' these shells,
they non fattening
After you digest gat,
Eb
I'ma stomp you bastards
So take that, blow, blaow! Ghost,
Fm
Eb
he still breathing
Db
Blow, blow! Anything after that
it don't matter
Your homies and your close relatives
Eb
Even them nosy ass
pigs'll get splattered
Fm
It's the T- H- E- O- D- O- R- E
Eb
Send me to Iraq I come
back with don heat
Db
Teeth, less than a week,
they be callin' me
Keep with the fists,
Eb
'cause I sure do cook when it's beef
Verse 3
Eb
Fm
Yo, what up ? Meet, these,
Ab
Eb
Db
O.G.'s, po' thieves and
Baller' shit, long biscuits
Eb
Fuck around, take all your shit
Fm
Call your bluff,
Eb
y'all faggots don't want no beef
Grind your teeth, and just,
Db
roll with it, don't risk it
Fuck around,
Eb
and be a statistic (yo, yo)
Verse 4
Eb
Fm
Niggas ask why I use my glock
Db
Eb
'Cause it's 2003, motherfucker,
Db
I refuse to box
I'm true to block,
strip you for your shoes and socks
Remove your watch,
Eb
yo I'ma have to lose your top
Fm
I'm from a place where
chunkheads and zombies dwell
Eb
And niggas keep they heat blazin'
like Bonzi Wells
Db
Don't ever talk to a nigga like
I'm one of your kids
'Cause I'll cock back the mag
Eb
and pop one in your ribs
Fm
So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs,
I'ma run in your crib
Eb
Pistol whip you right
in front of your wiz
Db
My nigga, that's how it is,
I get it, just how I live
'Cause me without a gun,
Eb
is like Queens without the bridge
Fm
Classic cut, this is how a O.G. live
Eb
Lamp in village,
and still get heard with no spins
Db
This is Trife Diesel,
New York's backbone, back home
Black blown, it's Theodore,
Eb
nig ga, fuck your wack stones
Verse 5
Eb
Fm
Yo, what up ? Meet, these, O.G.'s,
Eb
Db
po' thieves and
Baller' shit, long biscuits
Eb
Fuck around, take all your shit
Fm
Call your bluff,
Eb
y'all faggots don't want no beef
Grind your teeth, and just,
Db
roll with it, don't risk it
Eb
Fuck around, and be a statistic
Verse 6
Eb
Fm
Eb
Yo, what up ? Meet, these, O.G.'s,
Dm
Db
po' thieves and (that's right, it's real!)
Baller' shit,
long biscuits (it's that motherfuckin' Theodore shit)
Fuck around,
Eb
take all your shit (know what I mean? Staten Island, live shit, y'all)
Fm
Call your bluff, y'all faggots don't want no beef (straight up and down,
Eb
nothin' but that cutthroat shit))
Grind your teeth, and just,
Db
roll with it, don't risk it
Eb
Fuck around, and be a statistic
Fm
Blowin' niggas back home,
Verse 7
Fm
Eb
Db
you know what I mean?
I don't give a fuck,
we could take it there
Eb
Fm
Whatever, pence, we got him nigga
Eb
Db
Yeah, now I'ma strangle him dead
No doubt, it's real right
now, motherfucker
Eb
Y'all niggas done done
it, fuck y'all yeah
Fm
Let me get the fuck
outta this fuckin' booth

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