Artist: Lounge Lo f/ Lyph Stizzy Album: Drop City S.I.M.P.S.O.N. Song: Mostra Nostra Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Lounge Lo] Aiyo, Stizzy what up boy? You see me? Yeah man We gonna score on this one, partner (fo'sho) Niggas know what time it is (they know what time it is) It's Staten Island, huh? We gonna holl at them For sure, homey, F.U., I see you, miraculous, flood them [Lounge Lo] Aiyo I, jump in the wing with any of you rappers I'm from the hood so if I lose, then I'm fiending to clap ya Got my weight up like I'm building a ladder, my children is glader And just cuz I stack the mil' or feeling the chapter You scratch-off-money thugs, they walk around Like they got shit in the smash, when I see 'em, it's like honey love Lounge get down and move around with a hundred thugs Hunting bodies down, only time I waste a hundred slugs Peace to son, and son he'll cut your mug Niggas up north in Sullivan, yo, it's nuff love And Big Un in the Haven, niggas running in Kid coming home, the return of Wes Craven [Chorus: Lyph Stizzy] Aiyo, we moving Lounge, mostra nostra We hit the head, nigga, then we hit whoevers closer Our youngings taught to move with a toaster And cook all beef, to never have to look over ya shoulder [Lounge Lo] And what you know about taking the boat, to raking the cokes See Danny at the storm, put the weight in the coat Now hit the block with the yae and the dope, the eight and the scope Hit the shorty that was wilding out, way from the slopes He got an attitude that's bigger than mama Lounger Lo'll put the, clip in the llama, then I finish the drama My boy Stizzy still stickin' his mama, what you think Ya'll niggas keep fronting, I'mma give ya the armor [Lyph Stizzy] Summertime on the Stat, core enough, it's nuff overtime The d's ran up on your boy, I had to toss the nine But still got the hammer back, thanks to the homey Slime True story, nina almost cost me I refuse to, let the man take her off me Before that, I leave what's under his hat saucy Fly to a country, where they specialize in coke and coffee They gon' have to send the SEALS to come off me [Chorus] [Lyph Stizzy] Lyph Stizzy for shizzy, don't fuck with his feddy fam Look, pick that semi and, clap it at any man Same goes for the man, I don't give a god damn Tired, put these books on my ass, back to them goon things At times I feel like the DEA's closing in Could be paranoia, just my gut, it's just kicking in I'm too hard headed, shit, I ain't giving in Scared money don't make money, let's get this money fam My sons here now, you know I need that cash by Fuck with my bread, I open ya head like a stash box The reverend be closing your casket like a laptop I'mma be a problem on the block the day my jack stops I know they wanna see, who I be, so they can test me Catch me in their hood with no heats, so they scretch me But got respect the fact, that I pack and I stay ready And I don't give a fuck if they brolic and fall heavy [Chorus]