paroles de chanson 2 Sides - Killer Mike

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 two 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 bound 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
And 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 two sides)
You say you from the East-Side?
(Well goddamn! There must be two sides)
You say you from the South-Side?
(Well goddamn! There must be two sides)
You say you from the North-Side?
(Well goddamn) you don't ever come here (ay)

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 the old flash show
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 flyin′ stack
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 Modern Ave with my top on drop
Radio on Pac just gripping my cock (hey!)

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 bitch came two years after
Met Gucci Mane through DJ Funk and Daryl James
I′m real with it man

You say you from the West-Side?
(Well goddamn! There must be two sides)
You say you from the East-Side?
(Well goddamn! There must be two sides)
You say you from the South-Side?
(Well goddamn! There must be two sides)
You say you from the North-Side?
(Well goddamn)

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
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
Saying that you from here, you don′t never come here
Saying that you from here, you don′t never come here