2 Sides - Killer 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)

Too many niggas running 'round here lying

Claiming my city and they ain’t from mine

A-town niggas so real, so raw

My bloodline is by law

My pedigree is souls on three

Souls on one, souls on four

In other words fuckboy I ain’t no ho

Nigga, 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

Niggas see dumb niggas eyein' yo'

Piece and chain, 'bout to blow your brain

You wanna G up but you can’t

Real niggas do what a fuckboy can’t

Come through 'hood in wet-ass paint

Leave the car running with a filled up tank

Let a motherfucker 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 shit on Adamsville

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)

West-side bound but I’m east-side found

Ask them Glenwood boys I’m 'round

Who is these east-side niggas you 'round?

Ain’t never, ever seen none of 'em clowns

I don’t never see 'em on Candler Road

In east with that

Nigga steady saying he from Decatur

Pussy, you’s a fucking faker

I’ma ask them niggas on Marve Road

I’ma ask them niggas on Memorial

I’ma ask them niggas on Panola Road

If the niggas don’t know, I’ma ask some hoes

Why?

Cause you pussy, nigga

I ain’t no pussy nigga

Think I am then push me, nigga

Wet me up and dush me, nigga

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 Ave. with my top on drop

Radio on Pac just gripping my cock

Gripping my Glock and gripping my grain

On getting some brain

, I made my name

Slinging that pure Bolivian 'caine

Making some change two years before

The older bitch came two years after

Met Gucci Mane through DJ Funk and Daryl James

I’m real with it mayne

Saying that you from here

You don’t never come here