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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