Artist: 1.4.0. Productions f/ Shawn Wigs Album: Skool Yard Funk Art Song: Knee Deep in Some Ass Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Shawn Wigs] Son, it was the illest fucking thing I ever-- The ill--, I ever went through in my life, man [Shawn Wigs] Yo, it was an ill story, son, knee deep in some ass The door kicked in, with sounds of gun blasts Made my dick go limp, reached for the ratchet, caught a cramp muscle spasm Squeezed off five like the Jacksons Move from here, boxers around my feet Found myself stuck in the middle of the street Holding the heat, police tried to move like fleet I stay sweet, dipping through the blocks In my wife beater, doo-rag and Fubu sport socks Made a move, nigga had nothing to prove Left the jewels, one minute 'fore I hit that dude Shit is real, burnt my leg from hot lugers Seen Lounge ("What up Doo-La"), niggas tried to clap me Spit fire at me, jump in the whip, stashed the Heat like Miami He had don-dons, four thirty The Benz truck, what the fuck That's when the windows got bucked, dog got struck By the all black out, fed Cadillac truck So I dipped out the back, grabbed the heat from the stash Tore ass, ran fast...