The Other Side - Jay Rock, Mozzy, DCMBR

90 059, 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)

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

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

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

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)

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