2 Sides Lyrics

2 Sides lyrics

f/ Lord Superb, Polite







[[Intro] Molly-Q (Lounge Mode)]



Bout to go to the other side (RIGHT!)



(RIGHT!) That's right, it's time to get it on



You know, cuz it's like..



(You understand what we doin here?



Do they understand what we doin here?)



Nah.. (RIGHT! RIGHT!)







[Polite]



Yo, yo..



Eh..







[Chorus x2: Polite]



It's 2 sides of the fence, which one you on?



Either a friend or foe, if a foe he gone



Erase him off the face of the Earth, snake from birth



We still on the block, nigga, puttin in work







[Lounge Mode]



BITCH!



It's love and hate



Everything is love in the club, I snub-eights



I smash out the barbeque, great



Ain't no real Willies out there



It's just silly niggaz talkin bout they bout it



Yo who the kid with the bad mouth?



Heard he shout somethin awful at Staten Island niggaz



We gone get it right, fuck around, we wild tonight



It's all good on the wood



We know the world like we know the hood



Same shit, guns go off in the night



New York coppers, New York robbers



It be a hobby to my niggaz, yo you dare come inside my lobby



Big guns, big sons, ain't nothin changed



In the game, same shit, mothafuckas know the name







[Chorus]







[Molly-Q]



Don't we come as I walk? King Gunner with Lounger



I'm Born Invincible, check for me, I'm invisible



Digital, smoke leaf juice out the cactus



Dance with the Mantis, broke ya, run rampid



Slide in with the heat in the tower of death



Double impact, bangin attack, send ya mind back



Sex slave, ya bird, all up in ya gossip



Me and Hass, Clock with rhymes are hypnotic



Master my art, in the clubs, about to start



Set it off, Molly cough, the gats never toss



I'm wanted with my prints on the murder weapon



Fuel injectin, learn the lesson while I'm blessin



Tracks like Jeff Gordon, speakin through the porcelain



Sign O.T.F., big Fourth Horseman







[Break: Molly-Q (Lounge Mode)]



Out to bank, what? Nothin, baby



(Aight, that's so big) Word?



Word? I'm hoppin that (I got that)







[Chorus x]







[Lord Superb]



Did a movie with Brooke Shields, been to Central Booking



Tear Island features and still puttin in workin



Hurt 'em, the hood said, "Hurt 'em", vomit murder



Think of calm-stalkin niggaz in the yard with burners



Sink of Nana been sick, what a nurse said



And on the first day, ha ha, the PJ's be



Y'all niggaz crazy, what you got the Alzheimers?



Me and my mans dream of becomin oldtimers



You get the laundry mats, I got the van service



Mama born again, hop on to ten churches



One man, three houses, two hundred purses



Life insurance, green caddies and young chauffers



She don't even make bread in her platinum toasters



Stay pissy drunk, I never flipped the mattress over



And this track is over when I do my ad-libs over



I'm just practice flowin, ain't even crackers know this



Not even double albums is half the poem



Let me in the mic booth, I have to show 'em



See the men mackin it all, you laugh at



Whodi, he ain't even 50 Cent, he half a quarter







[Outro: Polite]



And we O.T.F. in it, the bird is back!



Y'all got problems, y'all got problems



Y'all got problems, oooh.. ohh



Yanahmean? Cream Team, O.T.F., my nigga Lounge



'Lite up in here, that's Polite