Biscuits

Yo, who the fuck brought me the shopping shit, man?

I said a banana Nutra-Mint, man

Y'all heard the fuck I said, I gave you the

I wrote it on the fuckin' paper, man

Motherfuckers 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

Fuck that special ed shit, man

I said Big O, hide your face, pass me the sad zone, it's on

There go son, tap out the hash bone, half-moon, he rock

Three-fourth quarter length, no jewels, no rocks

His mouth was a spotlight, his front tooth was a half a hill

That's a six-digit slip of how five sticks he can steal

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

If he front, they gon' read about the rocks in his tummy

Mouth is red, socks is bloody, fuck all the talkin'

Safety off and shit cracked up without money

Freeze, don't move, turn around

Act like James Brown and get down, get smacked with the pit down

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-fattenin'

After you digest that, I'ma stomp you bastard, so take that

Uh, blaow, blaow, don't you still breathin'?

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 G-H-E-O D-O-R-E

Send me to Iraq, I come back with Dom heat

Teeth, less than a week, they be callin' me

Chief of Defense 'cause I sure do cook with this beef

Yo, what up?

Meet these OGs

Clo-D's 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, niggas ask why I use my Glock

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

Intrude the block, strip you for your shoes and socks

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

I'm from a place where junkheads and zombies dwell

And niggas keep the heat blazin' like Barnsey Wells

Don't ever talk to a nigga like I'm one of your kids

'Cause I'll cock back the MAC and pop one in your ribs

So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs

I'ma run in your crib, pistol whip you right in front of your wiz

My nigga, 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 villas and still get heard with no spins

This is Strike Diesel, New York's backbone

Back home, back blowin', stare door, nigga, fuck your Wack Stone

Yo, what up?

Meet these OGs

Clo-D's 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

Clo-D's 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

Blowin' niggas back home, you know what I mean?

I don't give a fuck

We can take it there, whatever, Hicks

We got 'em, nigga

Yeah, now I'ma strangle the game

No doubt, it's real right now, motherfucker

Y'all niggas done done it

Fuck y'all, move

Let me get the fuck out this fuckin' booth