Текст песни Othorized F.A.M. f Lord Superb, Polite - 2 Sides
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[[Intro] Molly-Q (Lounge Mode)]Bout to go to the other side (RIGHT!)(RIGHT!) That`s right, it`s time to get it onYou 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 goneErase him off the face of the Earth, snake from birthWe still on the block, nigga, puttin in work[Lounge Mode]BITCH!It`s love and hateEverything is love in the club, I snub-eightsI smash out the barbeque, greatAin`t no real Willies out thereIt`s just silly niggaz talkin bout they bout itYo who the kid with the bad mouth?Heard he shout somethin awful at Staten Island niggazWe gone get it right, fuck around, we wild tonightIt`s all good on the woodWe know the world like we know the hoodSame shit, guns go off in the nightNew York coppers, New York robbersIt be a hobby to my niggaz, yo you dare come inside my lobbyBig guns, big sons, ain`t nothin changedIn the game, same shit, mothafuckas know the name[Chorus][Molly-Q]Don`t we come as I walk? King Gunner with LoungerI`m Born Invincible, check for me, I`m invisibleDigital, smoke leaf juice out the cactusDance with the Mantis, broke ya, run rampidSlide in with the heat in the tower of deathDouble impact, bangin attack, send ya mind backSex slave, ya bird, all up in ya gossipMe and Hass, Clock with rhymes are hypnoticMaster my art, in the clubs, about to startSet it off, Molly cough, the gats never tossI`m wanted with my prints on the murder weaponFuel injectin, learn the lesson while I`m blessinTracks like Jeff Gordon, speakin through the porcelainSign 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 BookingTear Island features and still puttin in workinHurt `em, the hood said, "Hurt `em", vomit murderThink of calm-stalkin niggaz in the yard with burnersSink of Nana been sick, what a nurse saidAnd on the first day, ha ha, the PJ`s beY`all niggaz crazy, what you got the Alzheimers?Me and my mans dream of becomin oldtimersYou get the laundry mats, I got the van serviceMama born again, hop on to ten churchesOne man, three houses, two hundred pursesLife insurance, green caddies and young chauffersShe don`t even make bread in her platinum toastersStay pissy drunk, I never flipped the mattress overAnd this track is over when I do my ad-libs overI`m just practice flowin, ain`t even crackers know thisNot even double albums is half the poemLet me in the mic booth, I have to show `emSee the men mackin it all, you laugh atWhodi, 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 problemsY`all got problems, oooh.. ohhYanahmean? Cream Team, O.T.F., my nigga Lounge`Lite up in here, that`s Polite