Biscuits Akkorde von
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah

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

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