Artist: 1.4.0. Productions f/ Chapel, Livewire, Wise Album: Staten Island Stand Up Song: Da Block is Hot Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Wise] The block is hot, hot, son, believe it or not You better grab your pistols and pop we soon to drop 1.4.0. bring that sound that make the people wild out The Committee, no calling time-out, here's the knockout [Wise] The Committee, shook ones, your time is over Wise, write more books than Barnes & Noble Spit novels, suggest you, throw in the towel After the first round, you went down, your style is sour Sick with vowels, fan clubs stay screaming 'bravo' And this is far from Amateur Night at the Apollo Live life to the fullest, survival of the fittest Where you liable to get it, leave your brain fully splitted It's real, up in the field, standing firm on the frontline Cuz it's on when it's crunch time, yea Put 'em up, get 'em up, run 'em pockets, yeah If you iced out, shining like a chandelier The time is near, 2K4, the new year Staten Island, watch your back if you new here [Chapel] Everybody gets glass as I guard the turf Everybody lay down or your squads'll hurt I'm a veteran of rap since the day of my birth Bless more rap amateurs than doing my dirt Ain't no competition battling or putting in work You were skeptical and knowledge how they feeling my verse If you poppin' off as hazardous, you'll leave in a herse Have them peeps all them two-faced, what is it worth? They all shiesty, hungry, that ain't my fault They need a life like mines, put the crimes in the Hawk Otherwise get locked up for assault and such I'm a man, and real words for these thoughts I clutch When I bump my pawn mics, ya'll feel the rush Want a real big rush like the coke can do Take a look in my eyes and you know what it do For you small time ones, I ain't playing with you [Chorus] [Livewire] Aiyo, you looking at my hard like you got a fucking problem You didn't know it's Live, pack the problem, solver revolver You better call the marshalls, private, sergeant and generals Cuz I'm putting high on your bones, without the minerals You fucking with criminals who think Gs is the minimum I'm trying to slow down, cuz Live, I stay killing 'em With a real sweatsuit, all these bitches saying they feeling him But they mad, cuz I keep chickens gassed like helium Yo, shorty slow your roll, yo, you out of control This chick, just did a front flip and landed on the pole Yo, that's some shit, already on E, and popped another hit Drug game is so sick, copped a brick on my first flip Don't trip, Wise is a ratchet and Live is a clip The lava's spit, while your lines inadaquite I put a ring on the paper after I write the marriot Live's real woman, my shorty banging out like Dirty Harriett I whip a V with more horse power than a chariot, nigga [Chapel] Yo, you better know I'm thugged out, come and pull ya plug out What I'm all about is, bitches, beautiful weed or big business And taking your business, I spent like, biscuits in a range uplifted Listen to my words, sit down and feel the gifted Non stop, twisted, on a verge, top listed I deserve a top spot, on the top of the statistics The aftermath, bring it to my pocket, I'm exquisite Test my squad, guaranteed you never risk it My point is, everybody on my fatal hitlist It's all love in the game, I want the big digits That's pulled upon mics in rap, I'm just vicious [Wise] Follow my movements through the streets and peep these eyes screwing My thirty eight special'll blast intruders H-O-C, the block recruiters, noise polluters In this case, tell me what's the issue More money, more problems, what you trying to get into? Got niggas shook to rhyme, trying to hide they pistols Spit for the streets, the place where I got credentials Or we can take it back, and pop lock our pistols My team, we all Kings like Sacramento Wise, I seen more late nights than Jay Leno Banging the heavy metal, cuz beef is never settled Dead you, and anybody standing right next to you [Chorus]