Salute

[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]