The Other Side (Feat. Mozzy & DCMBR)

90059, we them zip holders Brick runners, real hunters, Cosa Nostra Got dope for your nostrils too First parking lot, three doors down We got you, Rock Cutter niggas with the shit and we got bread Big chopper turn your dome piece to a drop-head Ain't nothing like a project bitch Making that cal fresh and cal word flip We set up shop and sling nicks out our house If police hit, ain't shit coming out our mouths Solid My day one niggas, yeah, my niggas I'm thugging with Solid Trey-eight specials, four-fours, we sluggin' shit You ain't know You ain't know Thats why them bammers in the hood now They inchin' to get a little footage to shut the hood down Down But we here to stay Why Watts, nigga, we don't play I'll tell you why, nigga Tell you why, East Side Chorus: Dcmbr Running from the cops, bustin' potshots, aiming at my enemies Everybody gotta die but come across me, I'ma kill first 'fore you kill me, ayy 'Cause all the guap, all the knots, all the scars that I got, it started off the block, ayy Grass ain't greener on this side and on the other side my gun still cocked 'Cause it started off the block Verse 2: Mozzy Ride with the yeeky that's cause it's mandated Gangland All type of glickeries, little hand caters Gangland Eager to get it, they told me have patience Land at your resi', they got a bag waiting We pulling up for it, we in the bag claimage They keep it copacetic 'cause we act faded Act faded Body for body, it's really that gangster Yeah My bitches be trafficking off of Backpages One fourth of a million, this all rap paper This all rap paper 'Nother fourth of a million, that's out the trap paper That's out the trap paper The Five-O circle and double back later 10 P's of Cookie in the duffle, double that later Lot of niggas traded on us during offseason Get you some guala and watch how the peasants all greasy If I could call a dead homie, I would call Deezy He was tapped in with all the leaders that we all needed Chorus: Dcmbr Running from the cops, bustin' potshots, aiming at my enemies Everybody gotta die but come across me, I'ma kill first 'fore you kill me, ayy 'Cause all the guap, all the knots, all the scars that I got, it started off the block, ayy Grass ain't greener on this side and on the other side my gun still cocked 'Cause it started off the block Verse 3: Jay Rock You either pray or play for your team, that's red or blue Make sure you got bleach to get rid of that residue No chill dealin' with rule breakers and vandals Blowers in the bando, fitteds with the flannel East Side Johnny and them, a bunch of have nots Out to reinforce the blacktop, watch the backdrop I represent, from that nick, it's an aspect You ain't down to toss the dice for yourself You side bet We live threats, gotta flip, take it off Fuck 'em all, gotta ball, we stuck in that mindset And the belly of the beast is some shit you can dissect Food for thought, this reality, shit you can digest They feel some type of way, oh yeah, we see the curve Ray Bans on in the summer and then we swerve East Side shit, nothing is by the book though I ain't prejudge you, just keep your ear to the hook, though East Side Chorus: Dcmbr Running from the cops, bustin' potshots, aiming at my enemies Everybody gotta die but come across me, I'ma kill first 'fore you kill me, ayy 'Cause all the guap, all the knots, all the scars that I got, it started off the block, ayy Grass ain't greener on this side and on the other side my gun still cocked 'Cause it started off the block