Artist: 1.4.0. Productions f/ Shawn Wigs Album: Staten Island Stand Up Song: Drop! Typed by: Cno Evil "Drop!" [Shawn Wigs] You should be thankful, brother man, life is a struggle You little Barnum and Bailey clowns, can't fuck with the hustle You wanna juggle, I scramble on the block like eggs and fuck Drunk white girls, behind the bush and kegs, take crack to my legs I smoke twenties of the skama, I don't fuck with regs Give me a break, I keep my kit kat in my pants Who wanna blow me, cuz I don't got time for romance Got a brand new truck with no shoes on the whip I mean none, that bitch is just sitting on bricks It's my fault, shouldn't let the spree sit in the hood With no locks on the wheels, love is love, it's all good Cop a new pair, that's a donation to the block Got Roc-A-Fella money, but ain't, the-the Roc This is Starks Enterprise, fourth coming of the truth We old school playa, taking it back to Troops "Drop!" [Shawn Wigs] Life is a bakery, smoke til I cough up a long Got a mean Aftermath like Andre Young Milky Way rocks, socks with the face of Versace Times Square posters of me and John Gotti Snipe with the rifle, double pump shotty Coked up, slumped over with my nose all snotty Twenties on the back of the whip, tens in the front Ski goggles on the Benz, with the engine in the trunk I'mma gangsta, the shoes on my whip got chips And I live down the block, because of some slip disk Rock on wrists, new key slang socialist '03, putting bounties on the heads of these terrorists "Drop!" [Shawn Wigs] Aiyo, fresh off the Island, I fiend for raw fish Murder green weed and my heart won't switch I'm stubborn, tuck ya little brownies in the oven I bake cakes, milk big labels like shakes For advances and office space, I want Russell's place The original's back, fuck the fakes Ya'll flakes can't rock, we '52 pick-up New face in the game, your whole crew got shook up "Drop!"