Drop!

"Drop!"

[Shawn Wigs]

You should be thankful, brother man, life is a struggle

You little Barnum and Bailey clowns, can't fuck with the hustle

You wanna juggle, I scramble on the block like eggs and fuck

Drunk white girls, behind the bush and kegs, take crack to my legs

I smoke twenties of the skama, I don't fuck with regs

Give me a break, I keep my kit kat in my pants

Who wanna blow me, cuz I don't got time for romance

Got a brand new truck with no shoes on the whip

I mean none, that bitch is just sitting on bricks

It's my fault, shouldn't let the spree sit in the hood

With no locks on the wheels, love is love, it's all good

Cop a new pair, that's a donation to the block

Got Roc-A-Fella money, but ain't, the-the Roc

This is Starks Enterprise, fourth coming of the truth

We old school playa, taking it back to Troops

"Drop!"

[Shawn Wigs]

Life is a bakery, smoke til I cough up a long

Got a mean Aftermath like Andre Young

Milky Way rocks, socks with the face of Versace

Times Square posters of me and John Gotti

Snipe with the rifle, double pump shotty

Coked up, slumped over with my nose all snotty

Twenties on the back of the whip, tens in the front

Ski goggles on the Benz, with the engine in the trunk

I'mma gangsta, the shoes on my whip got chips

And I live down the block, because of some slip disk

Rock on wrists, new key slang socialist

'03, putting bounties on the heads of these terrorists

"Drop!"

[Shawn Wigs]

Aiyo, fresh off the Island, I fiend for raw fish

Murder green weed and my heart won't switch

I'm stubborn, tuck ya little brownies in the oven

I bake cakes, milk big labels like shakes

For advances and office space, I want Russell's place

The original's back, fuck the fakes

Ya'll flakes can't rock, we '52 pick-up

New face in the game, your whole crew got shook up

"Drop!"