Artist: 1.4.0. Productions f/ Lounge Lo, Polite, Shawn Wigs Album: Staten Island Stand Up Song: Back on the Grind Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Lounge Lo] Yup, yup (aiyo) what? (Mike) uh (what up) Lord, Ghost what up? (Yes lord) Starks Enterprise, I see ya'll Cappadonna, I see you, it's Lounge Lo, uh-huh, Code:Red, let's go [Lounge Lo] It's a time to manage, gang bang still bananas What you know about cocking them hammers, I'm bad manners Red bandanas, block planners, and cop scanners It's me O.B. from the top of the Grand Canyon Code:Red/Enterprise, O.T.F. Starks, I got you, it's Loco Left With my dog C.W., see he trouble you The art'll feed you Running Horse, I'm top gun One car, one wiz, two girls, three sons Crash on a nigga, smash on a nigga Tell me how you feel if I come through jacking In a two seat macking, one bitch, and one tech With big respect, she a pro in the 'jects Can you feel it? Nah, nothing can save ya Cuz this is the season I'm catching my paper Block my cream, homey, I'mma pop my steam Ya'll niggas still fronting, damn, talk to me It's Code:Red, daddy, walk with me And I'mma tell ya, that I run with the Goon Swud And I'mma tell you, stop shooting up at God And it's me, L.O.B., on the M.I.C. With the C to the Dub to the I to the G G [Chorus: Lounge Lo (Shawn Wigs)] Yo, we back on the grind (Patiently waiting Cuz time is of the essence when you live in the streets) Lounge Mode, Code:Red, we collide on beats (C-Wigs, Starks Enterprise, looking for freaks) And when the po come through we stash weed in the sneaks (Son, we back on the grind) Patiently waiting Cuz time is of the essence when you live in the streets (C-Wigs, Starks Enterprise, looking for freaks) Lounge Mode, Code:Red, we collide on beats (And when the po come through we stash weed in the sneaks) [Shawn Wigs] I got money like Vegas, hit notes like a singer Got a ill trigger finger, that's Carpul Tunnel From Staten Island to Far Rock, son, I stack bundles Grow Gurters in a fishtank under the sink Got my name stitched deep in the sleeve of my mink You can't think like the higher learning I bless mics in church, pa, and youse invited to the sermon Lord, BeJesus, tennis ball cuts in my Ceasers Your crew stuck in Europe, cuz I stole they Visas Got an album for all date releases Aiyo esse, I lounge with my pants in creases L.O.Bizzy, and Wigs is back Fully blown on these streets like the war on crack Too many soul soul awards, too small for a plaque Shit the label gave money, I aint gots to give it back Let's pocket the change... [Outro: Polite (Lounge Lo)] Yea, Goon Squad (that's right) Uh-huh, Starks Enterprise (uh-huh) Yeah, shout out to Loose Linx (hustle, yes, we do lord) Icewater (uh-huh) uh-huh, uh-huh (yeah, baby) Homicide Housing, Stapletown, Now Born, Wild West Jungle Nilz (yes lord) Yes, yes (yes lord) Donna Jay Bird (Othorized F.A.M., baby) Uh-huh, Uh-huh (that's how we do up in this bitch) T.M.F. (yeah) Yeah (stall it, we can't spoil it, baby) Uh-huh (Shortre, 1.4.0., let's walk with him baby) Uh-huh, uh-huh (we gon' talk with him) Uh-huh, uh-huh (ya'll hear us, man, let's go, huh, get 'em)