[Intro: Lounge Lo] Ya'll know the work, aiyo Go get all the guns out the muthafucking car, man Word up, cuz these niggas gon' survive Fuck all of ya'll... [Chorus: Lounge Lo] Where my thugged out cats with bands around they ankles Paizon niggas/goombah dogs with diamonds in they bangles Pinky rings and benzito, sippin' wino, the booze Centi an', ah salute [Lounge Lo] I'm in the middle of some beef in the streets of Bensonhurst And if I see a cop first, dog, I'mma pop first I'mma do, son, Amadu, Clinton do Some live shit, even the realest niggas they wouldn't do Babyface and Tommy and them, Uncle Jinny Louie teasing Little Johnny and them, gangsta Gangsta shit, fucking with the livest, nigga It's O.T.F., muthafucker, street survivor nigga Jimmy Two Time, stutter it up, I buckle it up Talk with my hand on my mouth, cover it up See the light from Marty Z., over a Cola He said son was out there, and look over my shoulder Chill mama, I was only known for Lounging But never drama, tell me some more, tell me some more What do you believe, heaven or hell? Lounge Beneen, check out the style beneen Italiano black boys come to crowd the scene Yo Stub, get the joint so we can plan and interrupt And tell, Johnny Mack to meet back at the hub Turtle, Dove, call Clock at the lab Franky Botts is coming over with the digital bag [Molly-Q] Where my stubbed out cats with gats up on they ankle Hoster, see me on the poster, I'm on it Chunk of marijuana, silent and the violent Starch and the Armor, keep it full armored Godfather slang, do hits and stay honored Why bother, you don't want the drama, cause trauma Center of attraction in your wife's pajama New York clean farmer, tent to tent rhymer Parked in the Hill, in the cut, in the Harbor Give me, cross the map, compact your daily contract [Chorus 2X] [Shawn Wigs] Aiyo, Botts, we like Superfly and Sammartino I'mma bottle of the Henny, feel San Pellegrino I'm great like Constantino, thug genoli's Flavors, packed with the shrimp raviolis Smoked and Caponed up, twist the braids back Put the TV's on in the heads of the Cadillac Escalade, 1.4.0. beats be the escapade More escapades, twist leafs of the best grenade [Franky Botts] My road dogs, slow jack on they ankles And all my tephlons, with diamonds in they bangles Will and Nino, they wanna know who fits the biz Known as Soprano, smuggling cases of Hector Harmano Lounge and Nino, it's Othorized, it's your time Commando code of silence, all the time Cappachino, bon appetit, it's goombah We sitting at the table where the Benino's eat La Familia, bulked up like Ray Aginero The Jesus, our sign is worth dope like Picasso Iced out, prio ditto, Franky Botts Go live pics on America's Most And my whole in-the-loop family off the boat Springfield, land field, break bread, Catskill The clue-londo, sippin' sapphire Pompei Running up in they land, clean they ass out like for days Ship out to echo, Francesco perfecto Crucify the rhyme like Jesus, lead up on the poor We hold the mic so tight, so families put your glasses up high And cent anni', ah salute, a hundred years Othorized [Chorus]