OTHORIZED F.A.M.

OTHORIZED F.A.M. - 2 Sides lyrics

rate me

(feat. 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]

[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

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