Artist: 1.4.0. Productions f/ Othorized F.A.M. Album: Skool Yard Funk Art Song: Staten Islanders Typed by: Cno Evil [Lounge Lo] I'm in the jungle walking barefooted, black jeans, black hooded The Wild Beneen cat, that's how they put it Is acting up again, ya'll niggas done fucked up I started clapping up again... I'm rolling with the O.T.F., got it locked, smoke bumps, stay pumped It ain't hard, word to God We gonna score whether you like it or not Run in the block, with guns and take the spot Snake fazini, doodoo head, snake benini Try to go against the grain, I stands Lounge Mode Everything is love in the club, we speak in codes You fuck with my team, then I beat you oppose Stay toppy in the zone, yo Wigs call Clocky on the phone Battery back, no leaving 'em home Ask the kid who fucked up, got his gear scuffed up In two thou' he lucked up, see him on the knuckle up Park Hill's baddest, top of the line Block status, how you doing, and who you screwing That's what they all ask, they see the Lounger Up in the ghetto housing, right out of Shaolin Universal traffic like D.L. and me to Remedy Ross, the white Hebrew, what up, son [Shawn Wigs] Be easy with these slugs that can take your life Look twice and both ways when you cross my mic Straight shots, wreckless speed demons spit darts Ten red light tickets and two, body parts Arm and a leg, owe your rap career to a fortune cookie Paid debts to the streets, paid debts to the bookie Rookie of the year, soon as I emerge Splurge before the deal, defition of real Wigonomics taught freedom of speech like Dr. Martin Luther King, black on whites, white on black bring unity Make my whole community spaz... [Chorus 2X: Lounge Lo] Uptown, where you at? Brooklyn, where you be? Yo, Queens, what's the deal? Boogie Down, how you feel? Staten Islanders, Staten Islanders Staten Islanders, Staten Islanders [Crunch Lo] Who that caught in the corner, thinking he live? Cuz he smoke marijuana, I got some real niggas That'll burn right on ya, for ya ice and ya bezzies We the weight watchers and you like type heavy But now you look frail, cuz them thoroughs do caught you Stay happy nigga, cuz you lucky they ain't off you Let you half live, Beneen the regulator Illustrator, run in your legislator, you dig? Molly, Lounge and Wigs, form the triangle Mic cord strangler, that completes the rectangle A manhandle tracks, it's me from B.O. D to the Y, 10310, with a no worker flow, epilogues and episodes With these out of town, iceberg down, hold that north book Loving my style, Wild Beneen, making me offers Escort the transporter, they say all you gotta do Is give the order, we enjoy, impress your daughters Verbal slaughter beats, forty calibur heats My analogy, only speak to the streets In the inner city we gritty, O.T.F. is the commitee Epitomy of the game, ya'll niggas is shitty [Molly-Q] I swing with the Iron Fist Pillage, villain Rainbow coalition hold spots, top division We time life or death on an hourly test Please shake an eye, symbolize, no rest Molly Warbucks who burn the big ratchet Staying deep, big shine, hats on backwards Private session, come and test, true injected Arch enemy, Wild Beneen, never guess it Attack love promoter, the dart automatics Top of the block status, thug like statues O.T.F. tattoos, out of state, make moves One two, my nigga third-fourth, we spark it off Molikoff and Lounge Mode, we set it off [Chorus] [Chorus II: Lounge Lo] Park Hill, where you at? Body B., where you be? Stapletown, how you feel? Jungle Nilz, what's the deal? Staten Islanders, Staten Islanders Staten Islanders, Staten Islanders [Chorus] [Hook 3X: Molly-Q, Lounge Lo] O.T.F. is, O.T.F. is O.T.F. is lulu