Artist: 1.4.0. Productions f/ Molly-Q, Shawn Wigs Album: Staten Island Stand Up Song: Poisonous Poets Typed by: Cno Evil [Shawn Wigs] We've been on the map, since Ghost two-toned the wallos Staten Island, murder one, bullet heads with hollows Wiganomics, you know I always come with bottles I'm so fly, I slap big stones in my goggles And my names engraved in the glass, I T.C.B. Cuz money come first in the stash Blow hash in a chocolate Dutch, you wanna brag About your magic stick, I got the magic touch These ice cold bitches melt down when in my clutch Grab the hammer, run through the street with ill grammar Work the, springs on your mattress, baby, I got stamina [Molly-Q] Atlantic Ocean is my fish bowl, I got the globe Robe and slippers, golden diamond district bitches Dynamite slick, give a bitch a perfect figure Gorilla dead arms, they call me Baby Magilla The brilliant sport, complex rhyme deliver Crime thriller suplex, under my pillow, two techs To bust off, safety, streets tried to cage me Blaze me, maybe, never thoughts running crazy That's amazing, still can't catch me and I'm lazy Playing with the purple haze, lady making babies Paisley prints, couldn't see me throught the window tint Only silhouettes, white widow and my cats is mid' now Ain't that some shit, got my flick in your phone, bitch Take it back, snapshots... [Interlude: Sonny Bunz from 'Goodfellas' sample] But I'm worried, I mean, I'm hearin all kinds of fuckin bad things I mean, he's treating me like I'm a fuckin half a fag or somethin' Im gonna wind up a lammest, I gotta go out on a fuckin lam In order to get away from this guy? This ain't right, Paulie I mean... [Shawn Wigs] Son, it's the Ruger, Mausberg verbal glock structure Get out of line on my word, I'mma bust ya Cuz I gracefully rap, I splenderly speak I'm so modern, your style is so antique And your chains all light in the ass, I rock a brick With a showcase, nothing but stones in the glass You all 'fast and furious', whole world curious On how I be fucking with Ghost, why these birds just love me Cuz I got a bag full of toast, and a pocket full of Ironmans I done sold out the show, no seats in the stands Fuck fans, we like family, drunk up in the wedding But who the fuck got married, I just keep forgetting Regardless, O take care of all my charges with the police Cuz I ain't got time for the beast [Molly-Q] Through my eyes, I seen weed, cars and cash, Gold Nugget Apple essence assets and wine glasses Cassius hate makers, my guns be the fastest Snorting cocoa off car dash, my face on club passes Enterprise splash a comeback, 45 King Pin down the pending, matching M.C.F. ring Never catch me in the sting, my name, rings a bell Shame on empty shells, Brooklyn wiz expels Walking out the building, on some, get money prowl Fresh cut, classy kick, we Dutch and a chow Modern day slingshot, pull sling on 'em Golfcart, pound exchange, in a rained out Yankee gameball park [Outro: Sonny Bunz (Paul Cicero) from 'Goodfellas' sample] You know this fucking Tommy all your life, who knows better than you? This cocksucker's an arch criminal I mean, when I leave my house in the morning, before I get to the car I'm looking over both shoulders, this is no way to live You know I"m no fence jumper, I'm around you all my life You tell me what I gotta do, whatever the fuck I got to do I'm going to do, no? (What could I do? If there was something I could do, don't you think I would do it? You know me, I would like to help you out, Sonny) Tell him what we talked about