Biscuits
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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Yo, who the fuck brought me this chocolate shit, man?
I said a banana Nutriment, man
Ya'll heard the fuck I said, I gave you
I wrote it on the fuckin' paper, man
Ya'll muthafuckas always fuck around and forgettin' something and shit
Smart dumb niggaz and shit, runnin' around here and shit
Ya'll niggaz need to wisen up, man, yo
Fuck that special ed, shit

I said Big O, hydro-face, pass me the sazone, 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 out, "What up money? Freeze!"
Don't move, turn around, act like James Brown
And get down! Get slapped with the put 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 fattening
After you digest gat, I'ma stomp you bastards
So take that, blow, blaow! Ghost, he still breathing
Blow, blow! 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
Keep with the fists, 'cause I sure do cook when it's beef

Yo, what up? Meet, these, O.G.'s, po' thieves 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
I'm true to block, strip you for your shoes and socks
Remove your watch, yo I'ma have to lose your top
I'm from a place where chunkheads and zombies dwell
And niggas keep they heat blazin' like Bonzi Wells
Don't ever talk to a nigga like I'm one of your kids
'Cause I'll cock back the mag 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 a O.G. live
Lamp in village, and still get heard with no spins
This is Trife Diesel, New York's backbone, back home
Black blown, it's Theodore, nigga, fuck your wack stones

Yo, what up? Meet, these, O.G.'s, po' thieves 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, O.G.'s, po' thieves and (that's right, it's real!)
Baller' shit, long biscuits (it's that motherfuckin' Theodore shit)
Fuck around, take all your shit (know what I mean? Staten Island, live shit, y'all)
Call your bluff, y'all faggots don't want no beef (straight up and down, nothin' but that cutthroat shit))
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 could take it there
Whatever, pence, we got him nigga
Yeah, now I'ma strangle him dead
No doubt, it's real right now, motherfucker




Y'all niggas done done it, fuck y'all yeah
Let me get the fuck outta this fuckin' booth

Overall Meaning

The song "Biscuits" by Ghostface Killah highlights the struggles of life in the ghetto, expressing the hustles faced by young men in their quest for cash. One of the major themes of the song is survival, where Ghostface is out to get his money from any means possible. The lyrics "Yo, what up? Meet, these, O.G.'s, po' thieves 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" exemplify the brutal world of gangsters and hardcore life on the streets. Ghostface Killah's ferocious flow, combined with the beat and the classic rap lyrics, makes the song unforgettable.


Another noticeable element of the song is the humorous aspect of the lyrics. Ghostface mixes cockiness with a sense of humor, poking fun at himself as well as his perceived enemies. Lyrics such as "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 gat, I'ma stomp you bastards. So take that, blow, blaow! Ghost, he still breathing Blow, blow! Anything after that it don't matter Your homies and your close relatives Even them nosy ass pigs'll get splattered" show his ability to blend humor with a serious issue, creating a relatable and entertaining street anthem.


In conclusion, "Biscuits" is a classic rap song that touches on the harsh realities of life in the ghetto, while also creating an entertaining and humorous experience for the listener.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, who the fuck brought me this chocolate shit, man?
Who brought me this undesirable thing? I specifically asked for something else.


I said a banana Nutriment, man
I clearly expressed my preference for a specific item.


Ya'll heard the fuck I said, I gave you
You all heard my instructions and I provided them to you.


I wrote it on the fuckin' paper, man
I even documented my request to ensure there was no confusion.


Ya'll muthafuckas always fuck around and forgettin' something and shit
You constantly make careless mistakes and overlook important details.


Smart dumb niggaz and shit, runnin' around here and shit
Despite thinking you're intelligent, you make foolish choices and actions.


Ya'll niggaz need to wisen up, man, yo
You all seriously need to become more knowledgeable and discerning.


Fuck that special ed, shit
I have no patience for incompetence or lack of attention to detail.


I said Big O, hydro-face, pass me the sazone, it's on
I clearly instructed Big O to give me certain items to proceed with my plans.


There go son, tap out the hash bone
I observed someone engaging in reckless behavior with drugs.


Half moon, he rock, three's fourth quarter length
The individual possesses a particular hairstyle and sports attire that is not of high value.


No jewels, no rocks, it's not worth the spotlight
The person lacks any valuable possessions that would attract attention.


His gun tool, was a half a hill
His firearm, a tool used for violence, was worth a significant amount of money.


That's a six digit slip behind five sticks, eatin' steel, fuck him
The gun was worth six figures and consisted of five bullets, signifying its lethal nature.


We gon' we gon' get our money
We are determined to obtain the finances we deserve.


If he front, they gon' read about the rocks in his tummy
If he deceives or lies to us, the consequence will be severe and publicly known.


Mouth was red, socks was bloody, fuck all the talkin'
After the confrontation, there was physical evidence of violence and we have no interest in further discussion.


Safety off and shit, crept out, "What up money? Freeze!"
I surreptitiously approached the person, ensuring my weapon was ready, commanding him to stop.


Don't move, turn around, act like James Brown
Remain still, face the other way, mimicking the iconic performer James Brown.


And get down! Get slapped with the put down
However, if he disobeys my instructions, he will face physical punishment.


Wasn't you the same clown? Uptown, yappin'
Weren't you the same foolish person who was bragging and causing a scene earlier?


I keep big Shirley on my side, so What's Happenin'?
I carry a large firearm named Shirley for protection, so what's the matter?


Try eatin' these shells, they non fattening
If you try to resist or retaliate, you will face gunfire, which is not good for your health.


After you digest gat, I'ma stomp you bastards
Once the effects of the firearm are realized, I will physically assault all of you.


So take that, blow, blaow! Ghost, he still breathing
This is a warning, as my actions intend to harm and potentially kill, yet Ghostface Killah is still alive and formidable.


Blow, blow! Anything after that it don't matter
Continued gunfire is irrelevant because the initial shots have already caused significant damage.


Your homies and your close relatives
Not even your friends and family members are exempt from the violence I'm capable of inflicting.


Even them nosy ass pigs'll get splattered
Even the overly curious police officers will face a violent end.


It's the T-H-E-O-D-O-R-E
This is Theodore, referring to himself.


Send me to Iraq I come back with don heat
If you were to send me to a war zone like Iraq, I would return armed and dangerous.


Teeth, less than a week, they be callin' me
Within a short timeframe, I can acquire firearms and establish a reputation.


Keep with the fists, 'cause I sure do cook when it's beef
I prefer physical altercations because I excel at fighting when faced with conflict.


Yo, what up? Meet, these, O.G.'s, po' thieves and
Introduce yourself and become familiar with these experienced criminals and impoverished thieves.


Baller' shit, long biscuits
We engage in high stakes activities and carry powerful firearms.


Fuck around, take all your shit
If you provoke us, we will seize all of your belongings.


Call your bluff, y'all faggots don't want no beef
You claim to be tough, but you actually don't want any confrontation.


Grind your teeth, and just, roll with it, don't risk it
Grit your teeth and adapt to the situation, it's better to go along instead of taking unnecessary chances.


Fuck around, and be a statistic
If you foolishly provoke us, you will become a casualty or statistic.


Niggas ask why I use my glock
People wonder why I always rely on my gun.


'Cause it's 2003, motherfucker, I refuse to box
In this contemporary era, I am not willing to engage in unarmed combat.


I'm true to block, strip you for your shoes and socks
I remain loyal to my neighborhood, and if necessary, I will forcibly take your footwear and socks.


Remove your watch, yo I'ma have to lose your top
Additionally, I will confiscate your watch and potentially harm you fatally.


I'm from a place where chunkheads and zombies dwell
I come from a location where drug addicts and aimless individuals reside.


And niggas keep they heat blazin' like Bonzi Wells
Furthermore, individuals in my community continuously carry guns, similar to the basketball player Bonzi Wells.


Don't ever talk to a nigga like I'm one of your kids
Never address me disrespectfully as if I'm one of your children.


'Cause I'll cock back the mag and pop one in your ribs
If you do, I won't hesitate to prepare my firearm and shoot you in the torso.


So homeboy, keep runnin' your jibs, I'ma run in your crib
Therefore, continue to talk recklessly, and I will invade your residence.


Pistol whip you right in front of your wiz
I will strike you with the butt of my gun while your partner watches helplessly.


My nigga, that's how it is, I get it, just how I live
This is the reality of my life, this is how I operate on a daily basis.


'Cause me without a gun, is like Queens without the bridge
Without a firearm, my identity is incomplete, just like Queens without its iconic bridge.


Classic cut, this is how a O.G. live
I maintain a timeless appearance, adhering to the lifestyle of an experienced gangster.


Lamp in village, and still get heard with no spins
I establish my presence in even the smallest communities and still garner attention without relying on commercial success.


This is Trife Diesel, New York's backbone, back home
I am Trife Diesel, an essential figure in New York City, and I am respected in my hometown.


Black blown, it's Theodore, nigga, fuck your wack stones
I am Theodore, representing my black heritage, and I have no respect for your low-quality jewelry.


Fuck around, take all your shit (know what I mean? Staten Island, live shit, y'all)
If you provoke us, we won't hesitate to seize all of your possessions (understand what I'm saying? This is real life from Staten Island).


Call your bluff, y'all faggots don't want no beef (straight up and down, nothin' but that cutthroat shit)
You're bluffing, you weak individuals don't actually desire any conflict (honestly, there's nothing but ruthless behavior here).


Grind your teeth, and just, roll with it, don't risk it
Grit your teeth and adapt to the situation, it's safer to go along instead of taking unnecessary chances.


Fuck around, and be a statistic
Act foolishly, and you will become a casualty or statistical data.


No doubt, it's real right now, motherfucker
Undoubtedly, the situation is genuine and serious at this moment.


Y'all niggas done done it, fuck y'all yeah
You all have escalated the situation, fuck all of you.


Let me get the fuck outta this fuckin' booth
Allow me to leave this recording studio immediately.




Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Written by: Dennis Coles, Theodore Bailey

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