Artist: Shawn Wigs f/ Ghostface Killah Album: The 45 King Song: Side Lines Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Shawn Wigs (Ghostface Killah)] Yo, I've been sitting on these side lines (Wigs, you ready?) This time around, I'mma get mine (Wigs, you ready?) Put me in, I verbally play to win (Park your Benz in the back, pa, come on in) [Shawn Wigs] Aiyo, it's time to take notice, I've been sitting too long Laying home while I marinate words for new songs Let me at 'em, can't hold me back, I'mma splat 'em Slang day walker, raise hell up on the Staten I'm an artist, pardon me, God, I try hardest To maintain, can't have 'em shitting on my name Stepping on toes, I verbally oppose the best Leave 'em ducking, try'nna slide they head in they vest "Dodge this.." Aiyo, your boy's back, Cognac and a soda pop Brand new six hundred, with the glass for a roof top Rap Superfly, Wigs Mayfield DeBarge I'm cuffed in the caught, but I left with no charge Sorry your honor, hit the road with Donnamite Dolo We struggled as a Unit, and some left for solo I build and destroy, my verbal intake's greater You ignorant rappers, get marked down as haters All I do is express myself, manage my health Try to boost sales, and chunk up my wealth But my charm all chunky, and my wrist all heavy And I manage, to stay in the hood like Little Debbie I'm real, son, some people choose the wrong path But after the laughter, I'm getting the last laugh My rocky road techniques, is hitting the streets And I've loyal, too long, son, unable to eat You gon' see me, these chains can't hold mem back Look at my eyes, tell me I wasn't born to rap [Chorus] [Shawn Wigs] Yo, I'm a Staten Island gorilla, Michael Jackson thriller Philly blunt filler, my style be old vanilla Illafied, but you leave me no room to talk I see your plate's full, God, but you made room for pork I'm like, too cuts clear, send three shots of 'roids Got Mariah in the back and she screaming "Oh boy" I'm kill her, Cam just sampled the voice Show me some love, Wigs'll be the people's choice That's not factual acts, that's actual facts You wanna bum rush the block, but don't got no stacks Better relax, my Enterprise is built with domes This '06 rap game got no time for poems Keep, juggling stones, your glass house gon' shatter On the road to the riches, my pockets is getting fatter The gym keep me stocky, streets make me cocky Talk is cheap, sales keep my necklace rocky I'm so for real.. Starks Enterprise, come on! Uh-huh, yea [Chorus]