Biscuits аккорды от
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah

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

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