[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I hear these n***as talking sideways
I have the chopper busting at your ass sideways
We from these streets, n***a, get your ass on the sideway
I hit the club and have these haters looking sideways
Sideways

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Load these shells up in [?] fucking [?]
You must do not know who you was fucking with
Fuck that bitch all on your [?] too fucking quick
[?] fully auto, [?]
Fuck you n***as [?] ratchet bitch
While [?] my [?]
[?] thinking 'bout you fuck boys
Make me [?] army toys
[?]
[?] saw it
[?]
[?] expensive cars
[?] streets on lock, getting gwop, round the clock
Stacking chetter, fetta, cheese [?] squad

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I hear these n***as talking sideways
I have thе chopper busting at your ass sideways
We from thеse streets, n***a, get your ass on the sideway
I hit the club and have these haters looking sideways
Sideways
[Verse 2: Stitches]
Pull up to the club, shoot your ass with a chopper
Only thing I ever trusted was my fucking chopper
Ain't no loyalty up in the game no more
I never tell nobody the address to my door
Run up on me, I'm ready
If you hit [?] it won't be petty
I got jewls, I got watches, I got diamond rings and cuban links
20 years old, balling, what the fuck you think?
My squad ready to kick your door down
I ain't playing around, my chopper don't make a sound
Got a suppressor up on it, that beef shit, man, I want it
These n***as always getting mad, 'cause they bitches be calling

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
I hear these n***as talking sideways
I have the chopper busting at your ass sideways
We from these streets, n***a, get your ass on the sideway
I hit the club and have these haters looking sideways
Sideways