[Intro - k**er Mike (Shawty Lo)]
Saying that you from here
You don't never come here
Saying that you from here
You don't never come here
Saying that you from here
You don't never come here
(Well goddamn!
There must be 2 sides)
[Verse 1 - k**er Mike]
Too many n***as running 'round here lying
Claiming my city and they ain't from mine
A-town n***as so real, so raw
My bloodline is [???] by law
My pedigree is souls on three
Souls on one, souls on four
In other words f**boy I ain't no ho
n***a, I'm known at the AAMCO
Where the dope gets sold and the hammers blow
Steal at the store where you grandma go
You know the same store where you can't go
Cause you ain't go, stop lying ho
n***as see dumb n***as eyein' yo'
Piece and chain, 'bout to blow your brain
You wanna G up but you can't
Real n***as do what a f**boy can't
Come through 'hood in wet-a** paint
Leave the car running with a filled up tank
Let a motherf**er try and touch my Chevy
Guarantee that I'ma put four in his belly
Two in his chest and a few in his neck
Then I dip back out to the flat
West-side OG that be me
Martin Luther King on my ID
Shawty Lo and T.I.P
Both know me from the goddamn streets
Now ask your favourite rapper 'bout me
No, ask your favourite d-boy about me
Ask Lil' Lean, ask Fat Steez
Ask Sleepy and Young Pill
All they gonna tell you is I keep it real
I put that sh** on Adamsville
[Hook - k**er Mike (Shawty Lo)]
You say you from the west-side?
(Well goddamn! There must be 2 sides)
You say you from the east-Side?
(Well goddamn! There must be 2 sides)
You say you from the south-side?
(Well goddamn! There must be 2 sides)
You say you from the north-side?
(Well goddam! There must be 2 sides)
[Verse 2 - k**er Mike]
West-side bound but I'm east-side found
Ask them Glenwood boys I'm 'round
Who is these east-side n***as you 'round?
Ain't never, ever seen none of 'em clowns
I don't never see 'em on Candler Road
In east with that [???]
n***a steady saying he from Decatur
p**y, you's a f**ing faker
I'ma ask them n***as on Marve Road
I'ma ask them n***as on Memorial
I'ma ask them n***as on Panola Road
If the n***as don't know, I'ma ask some hoes
Why? Cause you p**y, n***a
I ain't no p**y n***a
Think I am then push me, n***a
Wet me up and dush me, n***a
Up shopping in south DeKalb
South DeKalb with a [???]
Or Candler Road, Red Lobster cracking
With my east-side mobster faction
Might see me with on a Kirkwood block
With a east-side Chevy rider named Big Block
Or [Moderm] Ave. with my top on drop
Radio on Pac just gripping my co*k
Gripping my Glock and gripping my grain
On [Crumington Highway - ???] getting some brain
[Raymore Drive - ???], I made my name
Slinging that pure Bolivian 'caine
Making some change two years before
The older b**h came two years after
Met Gucci Mane through DJ Funk and Daryl James
I'm real with it mayne
[Hook]
[Outro - k**er Mike]
Saying that you from here
You don't never come here
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