Youngn Lipz - Neverland Lyrics

Lyrics for Young Lipz - Neverland

Hook

I was burning bridges now I'm making them

Taking trips but no recording then
Moving different, man I got a plan
Said he walking with me we ain't holding hands

Broski still flipping pans
Take them with me like I'm a Peter Pan
Taking off I hope we never land
Let it blow you all the way to Neverland

Verse 1

Yeah, I'm still new to the game
I think it's time I put them in there place
They wanna ride on the wave
Who did it first

I'm not trying a claim

I know they speak on my name
They're gonna speak about it anyway
Know that it's never been about the fame
I'm Martin Luther king, I have a dream

I know some hitters that do anything for youngn

But f**k it I do it myself
You made it personal ain't even heard of you
I got that heat that make your body melt

Shorty they lovely

But the girly ain't above me
I can't really do the trusting
All that talking but it's nothing

Enemy they always bluffing
Step and dip you right in public
Who you claiming that you touching

I got time for the ops, I got time for the block
But this music thing ain't gonna stop
Cause I'm thinking ahead I ain't even my best
But I'll do what you do with no test

Like free all my brethren's, free all my broski's
In penitention, Lord please stay with them

We on our way, no We on a mission
Why you guilty playing victim

Hook

I was burning bridges now I'm making them

Taking trips but no recording then
Moving different, man I got a plan
Said he walking with me we ain't holding hands

Broski still flipping pans
Take them with me like I'm a Peter Pan
Taking off I hope we never land
Let it blow you all the way to Neverland

Verse 2

If you got something to say

But don't know, then don't speak on it
I don't need four or five, I can hold mine
I'm a thief with it, put you to sleep with it

I do not read minds, but I ain't blind
They a sheep with it, I keep on leading them
Swear I'm nice guy, but I'm losing patience
Should I let it sing I know she want to breath

I need to get to the bag, can't be thinking bout that
I got new plans in store, so I'm flowing
I know they hating on me, know they waiting on me
But this area baby ain't going

I heard the word on the street, little critter you creep
Your men bluff and they sheep and you know it
I know they plotting on me, but relying on me

They can't help it, they know that I'm chosen

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HP Boyz - 6 To The World Lyrics

Lyrics for HP Boyz - 6 To The World

Verse 1

Fresh off the international

First to it like the ship was natural

Sold out, seven shows over seas

Came back and spent fifteen G'z in a week

Now I'm halfway through the E-P

And I got to thank God, T-G

Used to dream about being on T.V.

Now I can't watch without seeing my G'z on the screen

Stepped in, paused on my BOSS s**t

You don't do dirt, you do chocolate

**** too I never worry what the cost is

I'm just trying to get crocs until the **** ****

Tell me what now

**** got the **** like it **** from the South

They tell me I'm foul, but I can never be like them

I got my G'z until the end

Still in another trap, we don't talk to the Feds

But the phones still tapped

Coppers trying to charge but I don't cling rap

Took a couple gats, but we still got whaps

Coppers **** dirty

He's soon home early

While I'm copping Burberry

My everyday's of earning

**** side is burning

Caught me like ****, I can see them tables turning

Always stay one hundred

Cause you know I stay worthy

Show no mercy, gang stay murky

Never dying now, but the vision never blury

Pull up to the scene, I pull out like Shirley

*****

Aye, take me back to the birthdays

Keep it humble through all of this struggle

And I feel blessed to see my momma stress less

See my bro's eat best, and the best dressed

But it took long nights, to get to long whites

It was **** **** style back when I want it

It got me like, Roddy Rich I'm most balling

My older G'z still trapping from the morning

Can't forget real ones when you make home-runs

It's still the same, my bro's before the fame

Don't switch up, just cruise the cash game

Better days, getting paid to entertain

I roll another D-B, and I puff and pass

The dream done came at last

I have to thank my G'z, my bro's from HP

And all the haters in between

I'm just way too busy chasing that milli

Watch the six elevate like Drizzy

Blood blazing if you're still hating

We still baking, taking those payments

Lisi - Fists Up Lyrics

Lyrics for Lisi - Fists Up

Verse 1
Why these boys wanna test my patience
They’re all basic
They talk tough on the gram all day
Then when they see me up close don’t say s**t

I swear I’m not on no gang s**t
But try me and you’ll leave with a face lift
Four-three we’re known to be majors
Don’t ever come with that fake s**t

If a scrap goes down in the hood
Even on a sunny day I’ll storm in
I could’ve sworn they were missionaries
Cause whenever we pull up they call more men

Cause they know my team got that form
When they see us swing like Greg Norman
And if they wanna come to my ends
They have to know that’s my call like Jordan

No time for this chit chat, **** **** did-that
Cause me and my bro did tactics
These fakes talk tough like a car in drive
Cause I swear on my mum they can’t back it

We stay active
Tell them all come round
No shiv in his chest but a fist to his head
That’s enough to get a man down

F**k these clowns, tell ‘em all drop now

Hook
Fa-tolu go get them, *** say less
No gat, shank

F**k that, fist up
Uso we keen for the mess

*** one here no need for the two
Old mate right hand put you to rest
That four-three to that fitu-fitu
I hold it down for my set

Fitu-fitu go get them, who say less
No gat, shank

F**t that, fist up
We keen for the mess

Got one here no need for the two
Old mate lefty put you to rest
That double seven to the four-three
I hold it down for my set

Verse 2
Home of the brave, land of the g’s
If you want that beef, better tread carefully
If so, my team will go get that
We pull up the gone like Snapchat

These fists goes up better hack that
F**k that, tell them dogs come catch that
They talk but they never act
Cause I ain’t no ****, cause i never hang back

Double seven to a fat ****

Put it on repeat
Them boys, they talk about taking trips
But they always skip my street

When they come around to throw down

Guarantee they ain't going to stop until he hits the concrete
Best believe when I leave I throw my sevens up
And shout out *** *** G'z

Get the s**t done in the state of Queen’s

Hook

Fitu-fitu go get them, who say less
No gat, shank

F**t that, fist up
We keen for the mess

Got one here no need for the two
Old mate lefty put you to rest
That double seven to the four-three
I hold it down for my set

Fa-tolu go get them, *** say less
No gat, shank

F**k that, fist up
Uso we keen for the mess

*** one here no need for the two
Old mate right hand put you to rest
That four-three to that fitu-fitu
I hold it down for my set

Verse 3
I got Tokoz in the Seven that’ll fear no man
Straight loto ****
Got hamoz in the four-three that’ll feed y'all

Like aunt's at a ******

This is Brisbane, we’re different
We don’t roll around with no weapon, trust me
We don’t need a shiv when we got two fists
Just find the bloke and then step him

Don’t talk to me about chef'n
Unless you spend you’re life in the kitchen
Don’t talk to me about wedding’s
Unless there’s a bride and groom and they kissing

Don’t talk to me about bootings
Unless you’re talking about a conversion
Four-three double-O to the double Seven
My Uso’s putting that work in
Aye Toko let’s tell them real quick

Pinkies up, to the heaven
That seven, my brethren
Gotcha boy, that’s leverage
If not that then we’ll swing like savage

Who’s got a problem, who’s got an issue
Better speak up now
Cause the G’s from **** and Forty-three
We hold it down

Cutthroat Mode - On The Way Lyrics

Verse
So much s**t on my mind
Where the f**k do I begin
Why do I even try
When I know my chance is slim

But I know deep inside
Before I die, I’m going to win
I’m on the grind, I’m all in
Time ain’t on my side, death’s calling

All I need is a shot with the rock, one second on the clock
Put it up, watch it drop, then we all ball
Optimum, me and dawgs ****
Standing tall until it all falls

Nah-nah
I cannot give up Lord knows
I’m not far
I’m almost their, I feel it in my soul

Told them so, but they did not know
Rock the bottom, I been that low
Down in the dirt, and still I rose
I feel the hurt, and still I go

Still I know that this **** for sure
Trying to ride my wave, **** in my boat
Killer with the game, you know I’m at they throat
That’s four-five-four, Cutthroat Mode

Hook
We on the way, me and my dawgs
Gassing forever, yeah-yeah
We need to win, one for the team
Do it together, yeah-yeah

We over sea’s, no one believes
No in between, yeah-yeah
Cause we got a dream, me and my team
We all together, yeah-yeah

We on the way, me and my dawgs
Gassing forever, yeah-yeah
We need to win, one for the team
Do it together, yeah-yeah

We over sea’s, no one believes
No in between, yeah-yeah
Cause we got a dream, me and my team
We all together, yeah-yeah

Verse 2
Cutthroat until the world blow
Cocaine pearl flow, get a sterile dose
Imma skate like a pair of fours’
Until this gwap won’t dare fold

Got a pair of bros’ that I’ll do you in fast for
Be careful what you ask for
Three youngin’ from the same section, straight blessing
Even though this pad flown

We going to add on, feed ours get the pack gone
**** s**t last long
**** **** f**k you and your sad song
Me and my bro’ pass strong

Take a **** get gassed on, big face
Me and my brothers count big racks
Get back for them set backs
F**k whoever ain’t with that

Look at them soldiers, look at them gold ones
Look at them East Side #Bebe’
I’m from the coldest, **** feet ****
I got the East Side in my veins

**** **** the same, had the s**t to roll this ****
Real n***as remain
Take a look
We done got it straight

Hook
We on the way, me and my dawgs
Gassing forever, yeah-yeah
We need to win, one for the team
Do it together, yeah-yeah

We over sea’s, no one believes
No in between, yeah-yeah
Cause we got a dream, me and my team
We all together, yeah-yeah

We on the way, me and my dawgs
Gassing forever, yeah-yeah
We need to win, one for the team
Do it together, yeah-yeah

We over sea’s, no one believes
No in between, yeah-yeah
Cause we got a dream, me and my team
We all together, yeah-yeah

Verse 3
Take it on the ****, bi***h I roll with the punches
Looking for a win, trying to double up the budget
All this forgiving n***a I don’t hold grudges
Trying to stack about a hundred

**** driven I be up before the sound of the trumpet
Heart beating like a pound of my drumsticks
I want it, I want it, I want it
Cutthroat to the bone, you like it, I love it

One dawg eats, then the whole pound grubbing
One man down, then the whole squad plummet
You ain’t never took a real “L”, **** every time you fail
So, you wouldn’t understand how I’m coming

Uphill fight, but still I’m lunging
Open mic, let me spill my blood in
Grip my bottle for the pain, I numb it
No I got to shoot it straight

Don’t dumb it down
I won’t ever dumb it down
Everything I do to make you proud
What if what I’m searching for just can’t be found

Hook
We on the way, me and my dawgs
Gassing forever, yeah-yeah
We need to win, one for the team
Do it together, yeah-yeah

We over sea’s, no one believes
No in between, yeah-yeah
Cause we got a dream, me and my team
We all together, yeah-yeah

We on the way, me and my dawgs
Gassing forever, yeah-yeah
We need to win, one for the team
Do it together, yeah-yeah

We over sea’s, no one believes
No in between, yeah-yeah
Cause we got a dream, me and my team
We all together, yeah-yeah

Section 60 - No Way Lyrics

Lyrics for Section 60 - No Way

Verse 1
Ops want beef
**** got the heat
Pack the heater in the beamer
We’ll be riding around your streets

You gone hear Nino, where we find Nemo
Labeled as ****, everything D-low
**** hear no, see no, speak no evil
Blur out his vision, **** his story not illegal

I call shots, jackpot, always hitting checkmate
Married to the game, or you never getting played
Calling up the runners, yeah, it’s time to get paid
F**k nine-to-five grind, been doing that all day

Got some bad b***hes on the way
Hit it then quit it, but shorty still want to stay
Had to break it down and tell her nah, no way
Nah-nah, no way

Serving fiends like a waiter, trying to get this check up
Stacking all the cheddar so I can get a Beretta
And put it under my sweater, bad b***h want to touch
But nah I ain’t going to let her, nah, no way

See that real s**t we on it
I got it **** and ****
That p***y, she keep on calling
I’m coming **** **** ****

And now you telling me to slow it down
I call her ******* every time she bust down
Just want to f**k, and she trying to get d***ed down
They want to **** so bad, we got to cut now

Hook
Shorty trying to cuff
The feds want to talk
Our block trying to ****
They taking trips around the hood, we doing laps around the hood

Shorty trying to cuff
The feds want to talk
Our block trying to ****
They taking trips around the hood, we doing laps around the hood


Verse 2
What’s this talk about peace, we can beef it out
I always pack the *-plate before I leave the house
With a couple O’s, still got to feed the trap
More money, money drama, **** beef with that

Tell a n***a what’s good
I come straight from the hood
Always keep a belly on me in case a p***y try to run up on me
Kick it back down to the hoody trying to ****

Step your toes around here, you’ll get got
My hitters got the block on a headlock
And if they ain’t paying up, we at their door like, knock-knock-knock
My hitters run the ball up like, bop-bop-bop

I’m pulling up with ****
Doing gang s**t, trying to take out this trap
Them runners, let them know that we’re packing
Aiming for a-milli, because they know that I’m stacking

We don’t **** cause we are the villains
Seventy-sixty like them heavy hitters
**** **** b***hes how they ain’t with it
Lord please forgive me for all of my dealings

**** **** money in the streets
P***y trying to talk, but **** said f**k y’all don’t want no beef
Why you beat around the bush, you know where to find me
I’m straight F-T-A, they call me Twisted-T

Hook
Shorty trying to cuff
The feds want to talk
Our block trying to ****
They taking trips around the hood, we doing laps around the hood

Shorty trying to cuff
The feds want to talk
Our block trying to ****
They taking trips around the hood, we doing laps around the hood

NME - No Reason Lyrics

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NME - No Reason Official Music Video

Hook
Coming in hot with a bang
Running a muck with the gang
Play times over, here to take over
We ain’t playing no games

They know it’s NME season
They know we don’t need no reason
So tell them to pack it up
Cause we stealing that throne for the keeping

Coming in hot with a bang
Running a muck with the gang
Play times over, here to take over
We ain’t playing no games

They know its NME season
They know we don’t need no reason
So tell them to pack it up
Cause we stealing that throne for the keeping

Verse 1
One-two swerve on the haters talking
Like who wants war
Stupid pricks keep moving lips
At the end of the day who’s poor

No, smack that bloke like law
And that’s Marshall
I’ll shut them up like they’re parcels
Call me Tony and I’ll Stark a bloke cause I’m Ironman no Marvel

This is business
I swear I rap for the cash
Mitchell and Ness is NME
Cause we snapping back Aussie rap

And that’s facts, so if you’re rapping
Come get some, I’ll smoke them all like a ****
In the ring bra I’ll sting you
Cause I’ll pop his eye no Pixar

Coming in hot like who wants war
Boy don’t get lippy
I’ll smack that grin on your chin and if you want more
Tell your boys come get me

These days they talk about hands
And how they sting like Muhammad Ali
Quit bluffing cuz, you’ll dip yourself
Run up the street crying on TV

Stallion stay fresh look best
Anywhere I go you know I’m best dressed
And if you’re really competing with me
Read the Bible to a priest confess

They all want to know who’s next
I’ll put NME down on their chest
And if they talk that talk, I put it to rest
And if they want war, who’s next

Hook
Coming in hot with a bang
Running a muck with the gang
Play times over, here to take over
We ain’t playing no games

They know it’s NME season
They know we don’t need no reason
So tell them to pack it up
Cause we stealing that throne for the keeping

Coming in hot with a bang
Running a muck with the gang
Play times over, here to take over
We ain’t playing no games

They know its NME season
They know we don’t need no reason
So tell them to pack it up
Cause we stealing that throne for the keeping

Verse 2
Big man’s back in the booth
NME stay connected no Bluetooth
Been running laps in this game
We leaving the track all black and blue

We banging them out like a UE-boom
So what’s new, And who’s who
We been holding it down for the city
Tell them what’s good in the hood
Tell them what good in the Wood

There ain’t no question
My team been doing the most
Quit G’n it up, your crew been ducking the scene
They don’t want this smoke

NME ain’t playing
No doc and I’m losing my patience
I’ll Burnaboy when we on the hunt
So tell them to send a location

See we don’t do business with snitches
We treat them different
Keep your distance
Don’t mix business with bi**hes, we on a mission

My team we keep that energy peaking
Always bringing that heat
Pull up with a mask like Halloween
But no trick or treat

And once we start its endless beef
So don’t talk about peace
But now my team is making the p’s
Now they all want a piece
Got their hands out like please

We don’t owe them nothing
These p***y boys be bluffing
Bank account got nothing

Hook
Coming in hot with a bang
Running a muck with the gang
Play times over, here to take over
We ain’t playing no games

They know it’s NME season
They know we don’t need no reason
So tell them to pack it up
Cause we stealing that throne for the keeping

Coming in hot with a bang
Running a muck with the gang
Play times over, here to take over
We ain’t playing no games

They know its NME season
They know we don’t need no reason
So tell them to pack it up
Cause we stealing that throne for the keeping

Youngn Lipz - Everday Lyrics

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Watch Youngn Lipz - Everyday Music Video

She going to pull up to the side of the road
Suck it up she dripping down to the toes
Remember when I told her I need a four
Now texting she can’t wait for the call

I ain’t tripping have your chick back
I’ve been set upon on new path
New-new got me wanting more stack
Dripping Gucci on her new bag

Hook
She said I got that good sex
Good vibe, nice smile
No ties, real life
So realize, eyes on me, yes both eyes

Shout out two with that one

And that six to that six
That’s my dude’s, that’s my gang

That’s my squad, that’s my guys

Verse 1
We going off with no range
And she going do what I say
I swear that I’m on the way
Full around for the rest of the day

Little mama she wanting a taste
She to close and she trying to be babe
Know she holding something that I crave
But I give her that high elevate

Not too long ago they had all the doubt
And I swear that they were running they mouth
They ain’t phasing took a trip around that town
Sad man looking cause he left with a frown

Taking over and I’m running my town

But the opposition they don’t like how that sound
You can’t help the people that don’t want to be found
I don’t got to leave, and send my youngn’s around

Verse 2
I went off topic but f**k what they say
We making moves and I’m trying to get paid
All of this love but I feel like it’s fake
S**t man I can do this all day

I’m not bothered, trying to get back to faith
Got to make sure that my family straight
Spinning out but I know that it’s fate
Proving still, so don’t speak on my name

I can never let that go
Know she going to do the most
Think I have to give a toast
She might leave me broke and froze

I feel like she do the most
And she looking past my flaws
Getting warmed up and we only beginning
I guess if you know then you know

She going to pull up to the side of the road
Suck it up she dripping down to the toes
Remember when I told her I need a four
Now texting she can’t wait for the call

I ain’t tripping have your chick back
I’ve been set upon on new path
New-new got me wanting more stack
Dripping Gucci on her new bag

Hook
She said I got that good sex
Good vibe, nice smile
No ties, real life
So realize, eyes on me, yes both eyes

Shout out two with that one

And that six to that six
That’s my dude’s, that’s my gang

That’s my squad, that’s my guys

She a bad b***h from the west side
She go nine deep on it all night
For the baddie let a stick fly
I don’t trust them, man that’s no lie

She ain’t a cook but she whipping the dough
All of that cake up inside of her clothes
I know her best friend she want on the low
Ain’t worth the risk so I got to say no

Th4 W3st - Problemz Lyrics

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Th4 W3st - Problemz Music Video

Hook
I told them boys that I don’t want no problems
My team they got them
See we don’t come from Gotham
But we’ll Batman them and rob them

I told them that I don’t want no problems
The switch, they got them
Just hit them with a one-two drop them
They want smoke then give them a rough one

I told them boys that I don’t want no problems
My team they got them
See we don’t come from Gotham
But we’ll Batman them and rob them

I told them that I don’t want no problems
The switch, they got them
Just hit them with a one-two drop them
They want smoke then give them a rough one

Verse 1
Another hard day in the Switch
And I’m steady on the grind trying to make this money
The boys in the area will come and crack you up
Ain’t that funny

Rappers talk about their past that we know that’s fake
I call that a dummy
I’m a bro that’s known for the good vibes
But everyday when the s**t gets ugly

When it’s ugly, bro trust me
S**t will never end in no *****
They can talk about running the ball
Until they run it straight to my shoulder

Hit that *****, then I watch them fold up
Told them come through, but the bloke didn’t show up
My hood ain’t known for the guns
If they want smoke, then tell them to roll one

It’s tough but we don’t give up
Bunch of blokes switch up when both fists up
No if-buts, brother don’t hick-up
If you’re not with us, you can go get f**ked

I’m sick of hearing of this chit-chat
All about ***** is a f**king clown
F**k them dogs, I got no love for these fa***ts
Like it’s rough or *****

So I told them, don’t talk that talk
If you never want to back that chat
Around these ways
We don’t need no pull that shank, we don’t need grab that gat

Just two fists up and ten toes down
Be ready to back your set
Boys from the four-k rep that all day
But we hold it down from the West

Hook
I told them boys that I don’t want no problems
My team they got them
See we don’t come from Gotham
But we’ll Batman them and rob them

I told them that I don’t want no problems
The switch, they got them
Just hit them with a one-two drop them
They want smoke then give them a rough one

Verse 2
When it’s all said and done, who’s real
Tell me who’s real
That G-double-O stays heavy on my DNA
When I pop them *****

I’m front line when I’m in the Switch
And we take part in them fields
Real recognize real
Four-three-dub until the day I get killed

Them lads don’t want no beef
Turn that cheek, you know you can’t f**k with us
Four-three hitters we blooded out
And we run-a-muck cause we dangerous

This ain’t no f**king game to us
You ready now, you can’t hang with us
Pull up to the house, they **** they fade
And the wagers like they angel dust
So who really want’s to f**k with us

**** **** **** **** ****
Who wants war with us
Who’s going to stop us

Who’s wants beef with the four-three here
Cause all I see in your hood
Is a bunch of dogs in your set
Four-three-double-O, you don’t test my crew, they love it

They say they’re lurking my hood
They just lost kids from the ****
That’s unfortunate
Chase that, chase that brick

We cook that b***h like grits
They watch their boy get flipped
**** ****, they want none of this
I hold it down for the Switch

Hook
I told them boys that I don’t want no problems
My team they got them
See we don’t come from Gotham
But we’ll Batman them and rob them

I told them that I don’t want no problems
The switch, they got them
Just hit them with a one-two drop them
They want smoke then give them a rough one

Verse 3
Oh yeah no full-time Aussie driller
Don’t grip steel, nor pull triggers
Always talking that lad s**t
Going like this with their damn fingers

Like who’s going to run that ball
Never ever once had to catch a court case
But I’m out here, no ski mask
In the frontline just to show face

Forty-three in my system
Now who’s lurking
I’m only speaking facts
This ain’t no sermon

I don’t shiv and shank
Brother I don’t waste my tank
Talking this-that, and what-not
But I’ll call your bluff cause you’re fake

This is **** what’s real
It’s four-three to the 0-three
I don’t do crime
I **** until I’m half dead from the O-D

Cause you don’t want this beef
This ain’t no ordinary walker
I’ll have your brothers all ready for walkers
Son I through hands, I don’t talk

Yeah I back my district
Phone calls to the boys, let’s start this rally
Cause your lads are soft
But we hard headed **** that Cali

Brother I’m born and bread
Green-gold since day one, I don’t lie
This is hip Switch, that four-three
But I hold down for my side

You don’t want that smoke
I’m only starting this, the beginning
I got TokoUso’s from seven-seven
Who’s ready to back on this mission

Who never fold
Been down for the hood, but will never lack it
Old dips right, throw one right
Until you’re a-J on that campus

STNDRD - My Uso remix (ft Masi Rooc, Lisi, Biggs & Ron Moala) Lyrics

STNDRD - My Uso remix Music Video

Hook
That’s my Uso
That’s my Uso
That’s my Uso
I love you

Verse 1
Well I didn’t have many friends growing up
But I was blessed to have a Uso, my brother Face, what’s up
We the same Uso’s, still the sharp opposite
I’m about the love, but we keep it drill, evident

I rep six-eight-five, I proudly rep the West
Cause that’s the place where I met my brothers to the death
Remember the real talk, that I say when I’m drunk
Like we going to get it, we’ll be living it up

On God, I wouldn’t trade my Uso’s for a milli
Even though we had doubts, I’ll go against any
Through this dirt and the gutter, I’ll slave for my brothers
The same goes for *****, I love you my Tokoua, one

J-N-I Oceana locks, Toks, that’s my brothers coming
Forth until we stop and raise a toast, RIP forever
The life we chose, we lost some TokoUso’s
But to ***** is what we saying, them boy’s took it all the way, ***** ****

That we’re pushing forward, got this feeling that we’re making it
*** enemy and hate us, jealous when we take from it
**** **** all my brothers, bond and never ever breaking it
That’s a Uso, real love, can’t be faking it

And yeah we make mistakes, give each other headaches
But Alofa is a **** that give and take, that’s the code we’re sticking with
To find out who is all the way, they can us between us
But that loyalty will stay, on my grave

And if you ever do a ****, I’m doing a **** with you
**** ***** ******, I know you’ll do the same, that’s the Uso way
I pray that we’ll be like this for eternity
But while we’re on this earth, it’s TokoUso sei o’o I le oti.

Hook
That’s my Uso
That’s my Uso
That’s my Uso
I love you

That’s my Uso
That’s my Uso
That’s my Uso
I love you

Verse 2
I be repping that T-O-K-O-U-S-O
You know we do it, **** **** **** ****
Coming in from the six-seven-six
Grateful and humbled to be on the remix

But I won’t like, somewhere down the line
Things change, we weren’t in our right mind
Tongans fighting Samoans, Samoans fighting Tongans
Even though we’re all on the same side

But now I say, that’s my Toko
That’s my Uso
TokoUso for life

I said that’s my U-S-O
My B-L-double O-D from the get-go
My brothers by my side, I can never be alone
Man I love my little Uso, but I never let it show

But don’t worry he knows and he understands
I’m five years older than him, so I have the upper hand
So if he want’s to be a fia tama mamafa, then
Imma be the one to stretch his ears like a rubberband

But that’s my blood and I got him from the womb to the tomb
Got love for my Toko’s and all ***** too
Just listen, aua ke le galo lou Uso
Test me, that brother love always stay seki

Hook
That’s my Uso
That’s my Uso
That’s my Uso
I love you

That’s my Uso
That’s my Uso
That’s my Uso
I love you

When the skies don’t look clear
Imma always be right here
Cause you’re my brother
I got you

When life don’t treat you fair
Imma never disappear
Cause you’re my brother
I got you

Yung LB ft Stunna June - Let me know something Lyrics

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Yung Lb ft Stunna June - Let me know something Music Video

Verse 1
I been on one, look I was road trapping
Rolling runts with LB, we don’t do no *****
**** me I don’t want to ***** *** ******
Had to cut them h**s off, cause they was all fakes

A dough magnet, I’ve been posted, I need no caption
You all like Lifetime movies, you get no action
Young n***as getting money, I been in trapping
And b***h them Runts ain’t real if it ain’t no package

Aye LB call Ray and run them bags in
I got them b***hes all day, so bring them racks in
Remember back when a n***a ain’t had s**t
Where that weak s**t was back then

Jokes up, let me know something
Why these n***as always asking let me hold something
Little n***a you can hold these
I’m still a young n***a, but I’m OG b***h

Hook
Let me know something
Jokes up, talking about let me hold something
Horse says my engine is push buttons
Cinnamon buns, holding about a whole hundred

Let me know something
Little shorty let me know something
It’s six dollars for a whole onion
Talking these Runts, you know how we bumping

Verse 2
Aye June what they talking about
Capping about these Runts, put them in a drought
Trapping in the South got me at Runs house
Put the cash up in the attic, Draco’s in the couch

Got to call my #Bebe Drago
Mixed the Runts with the Lotty, that thing fuego
In the corns with Lingo, that’s where you can’t go
Breaking turbo OG down to potato

You hear the knock, who’s at the back door
Had to dress up as a knock to see the cash flow
The Federales hit the spot, we at the back door
I’m betting anything down on the ten-to -four

Hook
Let me know something
Jokes up, talking about let me hold something
Horse says my engine is push buttons
Cinnamon buns, holding about a whole hundred

Let me know something
Little shorty let me know something
It’s six dollars for a whole onion
Talking these Runts, you know how we bumping

NME - German Lyrics

Lyrics for NME - German

Hook
Pull up in a German
Your crew look nervous
Your gang came from the circus
Your will never ever make no earnings

Pull up in a German
Your crew look nervous
Your gang came from the circus
Your will never ever make no earnings

Verse 1
They ain’t about s**t don’t bother
Get dipped like a chip, no salsa
I guarantee that I’ll flunk you
So if I see you, you better come proper

I’ve been holding it down for my hood
It’s Logan city all the way to The Woods
Four-one One-four
Take a page out of my book

They shook, we came from the struggle
We grew up in the concrete jungle
My city has been about the hustle
When it’s time to work we don’t buckle

So who got next
Who really want to try and get wrecked
We game ***** and we war ready
We came to collect them checks

Pull up, pull up in Logan
All my G’z stay focused
Seen your whole crew praying at service
On your knees like you’re nervous

So don’t talk about shank that person
You ain’t about #ting, your ***** too virgin
Concerning, no say over *****
So when I run the board, no f**ks, see me ***** like a *****

No swerving
Your runners ain’t urchin, Steve Irwin
Better pack you Zoo, your whole crew and you
Knock-knock, you belong to the circus

My crew stay *****, no curfew
Send me off with the money
That’s cream, keep it low key
When it comes to the dirty

Hook
Pull up in a German
Your crew look nervous
Your gang came from the circus
Your will never ever make no earnings

Pull up in a German
Your crew look nervous
Your gang came from the circus
Your will never ever make no earnings


Verse 2
All this talk about ***** but who’s really dressed to kill
Who really got that steel
Never ever seen you in the field
Let me show you what’s real

Doing business transactions
We doing legitimate deals
If it’s money we stacking
Tell the Uso to let up the bills

Cause I run the ball like a Poly
Pack two choppers no Harley’s
You don’t war cause that
Four-eleven-four stay ready to party

Ain’t afraid to catch a new case
All these muscle gains from this hustling
When we moving all of this weight
Wait, hold up, wait

Wait, give me a break
These boys from the wood don’t play
We just trying to make a hundred mil
With that set of skills, we don’t hesitate

Check my resume, you know where I stay
Come around here and take a good look
All my youngn’s got talent, they all do some damage
It’s different out here in The Woods

Hook
Pull up in a German
Your crew look nervous
Your gang came from the circus
Your will never ever make no earnings

Pull up in a German
Your crew look nervous
Your gang came from the circus
Your will never ever make no earnings

Verse 3
***** ***** *****
Four-one youngn’s doing it tough
And all these ***** out tools
Them little actors looking dumb

We ain’t them ones who shank
Anything, I guarantee I’ll ***** them
***** ****** ****** *****
F**k retaliating, I’ll start it

I’ll carve them, ***** ***** *****
Hit a lick without *****
And them dogs looking blue
Missing clues, ***** ***** *****

My workloads insane
And the cash-rate is coming right away
Guarantee I can make a cake
I’m way quicker than Ray-J

Half a ***** like a fraction
Cut the talk, more action
On the track I’m known to bring the storm
And kick it off like ***** *****

We ain’t the ones to be enemies with
You are not really with business
I really hope that you’re listening
Your voice is like GTA missions, b***h

Youngn Lipz - Silent Lyrics

Music Video by Youngn Lipz - Silent

Hook
I stay silent but with it
If you ask then we did it
Middle finger to the system
I don't trust them even for a minute

For a fact you don't know
Cause you blind from the killers
Watch your back all alone now
Ask yourself who really do the stirring

Came from the bottom line
Know what it really is
Know when to trust, know when they bluff
Know when to get out of here

Free gang doing time
Ain't seen another year
Learn from the pride, try stay alive
Move past the other bits

Verse 1
I’m a just ride it out for my own, do it for my blood
Why you gone speak about it, but in person you don't want none
All of my youngn’s they ready to splash we, don't do it for fun
Know that my g's ready with the steel, access to drums

Coming from a lot of grits
Youngn trying to chase a brick
Learned how to live with it
They trying take the piss

And cause my soul was down
Looking for a pack to flip
Faded but my mind around
Finished cause I started this

I need to really go focus and get it
Made up my mind I don't care what you feeling
I'm trying to chase a bag up to the ceiling
I'm trying to keep the fakes out from the realist

I do not want them knowing how I'm living
Know if you crossed me, ain't no forgiving
Shrug off my shoulder, f**k it now I'm gone

Hook
I stay silent but with it
If you ask then we did it
Middle finger to the system
I don't trust them even for a minute

For a fact you don't know
Cause you blind from the killers
Watch your back all alone now
Ask yourself who really do the stirring

Came from the bottom line
Know what it really is
Know when to trust, know when they bluff
Know when to get out of here

Free gang doing time
Ain't seen another year
Learn from the pride, try stay alive
Move past the other bits

Verse 2
I'm just trying to find my way back home
There's too many I just can't say no
Man I'm feeling like I’m in my zone
From a section where they can't go

Now they all claiming the realest
Know that I ain't f**king with them
Those dudes don't really know what the deal is
If you a G why you fibbing

I can't, stand why you say that you with it
But then go talk like the critics
Now days, they all claiming they the real ones
But I only see them as the same bums

Better get it right, before you get it left
Speak about me say it with your chest
Got to pay attention you don't know what's next
Swear I'm on a wave and I ain't trying to flex

I am a long way from my best
So don't compare me to the rest
I won't speak more and say less
I won't speak more and say less

I stay silent but with it
If you ask then we did it
Middle finger to the system
I don't trust them even for a minute

For a fact you don't know
Cause you blind from the killers
Watch your back all alone now
Ask yourself who really do the stirring

Came from the bottom line
Know what it really is
Know when to trust, know when they bluff
Know when to get out of here

Free gang doing time
Ain't seen another year
Learn from the pride, try stay alive
Move past the other bits

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Youngn Lipz - Misunderstood Lyrics

Music Video by Youngn Lipz - Misunderstood

Hook
I need a four with a brick
Tell her go grab me a stick
Now she claiming that she love it
Get her roses by the dozen

Maybe take you out in public
Mess around until the sun hits
I ain't playing I ain't fronting
Didn't start this all for nothing

I pulled up on you baby like what's good
I can take you on trips show you the hood
Ain't nobody going to take you I wish that they would
I'm not bad 'n' it's sad coz I'm misunderstood

I need a four
Tell her pour me some more
Since you walk through the door
You been breaking the law

Verse 1
So I'm deep in this feeling baby
Fuck around and you going leave them baby
Time is precious cannot keep me baby
Maybe one day when it's you my lady

That I check up and go see you on the daily
Cone is packed and now I'm Hella faded
Not my Mrs. but it's me she lays with it
Pray that one day I can make a pavement

I've been down for a minute now I'm getting up
It ain't hard to see that Youngn been stuck
They speak on my name but they won’t say too much
I see them in clubs and they still showing love

Don't f**k with the fake but they can't get enough
She might give me kitty and won't even fuss
Give me two minutes and I’ll run a muck
I ain't looking at shorty all she sees is lust

I see that you nasty, see what you can be
See that you cannot seem to get it past me
Wonder if you going ever let the past be
If this ain't what you want I'll leave it gladly

If I've been looking at you wrong, my bad G
Last night you told me that I can come have it
Now I really got you laughing, pick you up and let me smash it
Bust it 'n' then I got to dash it

Doing one-fifty in traffic, call me a savage
Now that p***y living lavish
I'm trying to find the right passage
But got the message, told me go and get the package

I'm more like Dennis the menace, Serena with tennis
We don't give no second chances
Two-one double-six up in it free my brother Tookie
If you ain't know it, better notice

Hook
I need a four with a brick
Tell her go grab me a stick
Now she claiming that she love it
Get her roses by the dozen

Maybe take you out in public
Mess around until the sun hits
I ain't playing I ain't fronting
Didn't start this all for nothing

I pulled up on you baby like what's good
I can take you on trips show you the hood
Ain't nobody going to take you I wish that they would
I'm not bad 'n' it's sad coz I'm misunderstood

I need a four
Tell her pour me some more
Since you walk through the door
You been breaking the law

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Shely210 - The Woods Lyrics

Music Video by Shely - The Woods

Hook

Let me show you what’s good Cuz
Let me tell you how it goes in my hood
***** ***** up on the map, where my J’s never lack
Yeah that twenty-two-ten Cuz, welcome to the woods

Let me show you what’s good Cuz
Let me tell you how it goes in my hood
***** ***** up on the map, where my J’s never lack
Yeah that twenty-two-ten Cuz, welcome to the woods

Verse 1
***** ***** down and around Cuz
In a cup, ***** ***** on nothing
Whole lot of p***ies backing each other
Speaking on facts, your whole team bluffing

I know I’m good on my ends bruh
Don’t be calling up to do you no favors
F**k around with the G’z going to have you begging please
One call I’ll get you lazer’d

Nothing major, whole team about business
F**k the petty s**t, focus on the paper
Pull up to your ends from *** to attack
P***y boy caught a fade, no taper

In an instance, there like a shipment
Inform my set, Imma always get a distance
Any ***** *****, it’s Gucci
Know I got large stacks, get crazy

Keep talking that talk
Mines what’s yours, and we’ll have to stretch it out like Jay-V

It is what it is
Don’t talk, stay hush, all my lads get back to business
They don’t know about my block
What’s good in the Woods, it’s that twenty-two district

Hook
Let me show you what’s good Cuz
Let me tell you how it goes in my hood
***** ***** up on the map, where my J’s never lack
Yeah that twenty-two-ten Cuz, welcome to the woods

Let me show you what’s good Cuz
Let me tell you how it goes in my hood
***** ***** up on the map, where my J’s never lack
Yeah that twenty-two-ten Cuz, welcome to the woods

Verse 2
Yeah my goons is legit
Don’t do rules but we stick to the G-Code
Too many handouts, too many cheap c**ts
All out searching for a cheat code

Ladz got it on reload
If you want to run mouth, watch the whole gang go beast-mode
Less talk, now listen
My G’z be about that life, running straight for the *****, f**k the system

Got hitters on lock, got drillers on the move
Cooking up, cooking up, no kitchen
Checkmate when we take that tally
Got mine on the urge, don’t know our position, it’s different

We move, we groove
But we do all of that in silence
Try test around here, get checked around here guranteed
Watch the gang get violent

Looking lost on your first ***** s**t
No champagne-papi searching for guidance
Try to raid us Cuz
Could be hot or cold, **** a two-three chop like the climate

Now run that, run that, ship back ***** *****
Make sure that it’s understood
That it’s two-one-O or nothing
Imma always back my hood

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Kings - RIP Lyrics

Music Video by Kings - RIP

Verse 1

I miss you like the country needs the rain

My reflection never looks at me the same

My ego starts to run into the *****

And everything I said I start to *****

Emotions start to run up through my veins

Repeating ***** ****** ***** *****

I try my best but I can’t seem to change

My past has got me wrapped inside a chain

Chorus

I still smoke a tree every now and then

To keep me falling from the edge

I still pour a drink most nights

To keep my thoughts from out of my head

And I can barely sleep a whole night

Try my best but I can’t seem to rest

Rest in peace

Will I rest in peace

Verse 2

Internally I’m looking for a break

Emotionally ***** ****** ****** *****

The world can’t seem to take me far away

I’m stuck and I can’t seem to change my ways today

I feel like having ***** ***** straight today

And I lose myself and I can’t find my way back

It’s so much that I wish I could take back

I hate that

Chorus

I still smoke a tree every now and then

To keep me falling from the edge

div class="MsoNormal"> I still pour a drink most nights

To keep my thoughts from out of my head

And I can barely sleep a whole night

Try my best but I can’t seem to rest

Rest in peace

Will I rest in peace

I hope that I can do it

Day1 - Boss Lyrics

Music Video by Day1 - BOSS

Hook

I'm talking B.O.S.S. tings
When we walking through your hood, we look like kings
I could change your life with just one ring
Cause my mates crazy with the whole ching-ching

I'm talking B.O.S.S. tings
When we walking through your hood, we look like kings
I could change your life with just one ring
Cause my mates crazy with the whole ching-ching

Verse 1

Told me I would never pop

What's good
But I knew I would

And I could, and I should

When I did my first show

They was vibing on the hook
Now the bitches love my clothes

And they compliment the looks

Hide the cash up in the pillow

Not from the tooth fairy
Had to get my chicken up

I ain't talking about Perry

I could tell from the start

That you were not scary
Used to shop at Kmart

Now it’s B-u-r-berry

Still we jumping on the train

Don't want a foreign chick
Reason now I get the name

I got a foreign whip

Put the money over fame

I could score any chick
No designer in your frame

That's a boring pic

Hook

I'm talking B.O.S.S. tings
When we walking through your hood, we look like kings
I could change your life with just one ring
Cause my mates crazy with the whole ching-ching

Verse 2

If we talking s**t

We not talking on the phone
Tough with your clique

Until I see you on your own

Nike with the tick

Cause I'm certi’ and I'm known
I been with your b***h

And I'm about to give her bone

Like come on, drop the addy’

Where is the party
Yeah I'm getting tipsy

Sip on Bacardi

Then she came in

Looking all naughty
I'm a Playboy

But look like I'm Cardi

Where is the party
Sip on Bacardi

Where is the party
Sip on Bacardi

Hook

I'm talking B.O.S.S. tings
When we walking through your hood, we look like kings
I could change your life with just one ring
Cause my mates crazy with the whole ching-ching

I'm talking B.O.S.S. tings
When we walking through your hood, we look like kings
I could change your life with just one ring
Cause my mates crazy with the whole ching-ching

Cutty Banks, Big Myke, & Maceso3rd - Set Tripping Lyrics

Music Video by Cutty Banks, Big Myke, & Maceso3rd - Set Tripping

Hook

See you don’t want smoke, you don’t want that

My little n***as aiming at your baseball cap

Backwood thicker than a baseball bat

Said you in the baseball field, then why you ain’t bust back

You see me thugging #Bebe

You see the way I do

I f**ks with gangsters #Bebe

Watch how this gangster move

Verse 1

B***h I’m in the field though

F**king with my gangsters and you n***as getting drilled though

Stomping in my steel toe

All a n***a ever wanted was for you all to keep it real though

See I swing with a gang you can’t f**k with

F**k with the ops, then the ops is ***** ***** with

N***as in my gang don’t condone all that f**k s**t

And you a f**k boy, I can’t f**k with

See I know that you know that we don’t condone

That bulls**t you on

See I know that you know that we don’t condone

That bulls**t you on

See I know that you know that we don’t condone

That bulls**t you on

See I know that you know that we don’t condone

That bulls**t you on

Hook

See you don’t want smoke, you don’t want that

My little n***as aiming at your baseball cap

Backwood thicker than a baseball bat

Said you in the baseball field, then why you ain’t bust back

You see me thugging #Bebe

You see the way I do

I f**ks with gangsters #Bebe

Watch how this gangster move

Verse 2

N***as said he real

But he told on that paperwork

Talking out your gums

Will get you chalked out and quickly merked

Put that on my life

That my n***as bout it

They really with that s**t

Snatch your b***h for that *****

OG told me

Little n***a better knuckle up

Suckers always lurking

And they looking for that come up

P***y n***as always in they feeling

Like these females

Choppers letting loose

And heavy spinning like Sprewell’s

From the east to the beach

To the Jose

I’m really affiliated

With these n***as that be cripping

Young Uce

I’ve been moving since O-three

Keep a couple shooters on my team

Like two-three

F**k boy

You don’t really want that gun smoke

Pull up to your hood

And we knocking at your front door

F**k boy

You don’t really want that gun smoke

Pull up to your hood

And we knocking at your front door

Hook

See you don’t want smoke, you don’t want that

My little n***as aiming at your baseball cap

Backwood thicker than a baseball bat

Said you in the baseball field, then why you ain’t bust back

You see me thugging #Bebe

You see the way I do

I f**ks with gangsters #Bebe

Watch how this gangster move

Verse 3

That’s on S-gang

N***as tripping in the field

Front line pressing

Who is you, grip the steel

***** some suckers

They ain’t never slid n***a

Lying in they raps

F**k the fame little n***a

Got some hitters on the east

In the city by the sea

Got problems, choppers hungry

They gon’ eat, you gon’ bleed

Asian boys ***** ******

***** ***** and tenth street

All rider boys

This is thirty second street

N***as pillow talking

You can catch me on my street

***** ***** case

And gang slide with some three’s

Keep the set out your mouth n***a

If you don’t want no beast

Waist line ***** hands

Knock out your teeth

Just want the money

F**k the ***** ***** ******

***** ***** ****** set tripping

That’s a fact

I just want money

F**k the ***** ***** ******

Probably on your block

Mace-three with the strap

Hook

See you don’t want smoke, you don’t want that

My little n***as aiming at your baseball cap

Backwood thicker than a baseball bat

Said you in the baseball field, then why you ain’t bust back

You see me thugging #Bebe

You see the way I do

I f**ks with gangsters #Bebe

Watch how this gangster move

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ONEFOUR - The Message Lyrics

Music Video by OneFour - The Message

Verse 1
JM I'm a Onefour veteran
Boss of my hood cause I back my section
When I met the streets and slapped that thing
Lad I knew I found my obsession

Had me running the ball no question
Swear any op I saw I pressed him
Either Cell, YP or Lekks
Couldn't leave his chest without no injection

Onefour we've been putting in work
Since knee high, them days on the curb
Now I'm proud to say to this day forward
that the seven put an op on his shirt

Just fill up the car
And ***** got things on hips watch ops disperse
I back my shank and you pull yours
and see who will take off first

Don't winged or cry like MizorMac
Go grip and ride
Have your team all wet and wild
Right when my crew bring clips and slide

Want to talk them clips then try
This is a different side
You boys just bitch and hide
Come out and ride for your friend cause someone got
dipped and s**t, someone got dipped and s**t

Get down when I grip that steel
hands up when I bring that hammer
Come through while I pull that thing
have your head face down like a south west ganga

Onefour we ain't got no manners
Only if you test my crew
If you ain't apart of this beef
And you want to talk shit you can get some too

Verse 2
See me eating well
Pulled out my thing for my show and tell
Call me Festus when you hear the bell
I'll be wrecking ops like I'm Wreck-It-Ralph

We on the block so there ain't no fouls
I'll be scoring points when I kick them out
I'm on the road and it's getting loud
when you see me approach take another route

I'm on the high from the Ganja
My sticky can put you down under
These ops are broke, can't affiliate
They're the types to go half on a bumper

The coco got me feeling jumpy
rolled the dice and got stuck in Jumanji
Getting triple digits like I'm Scotty Pippen
Whipping in the kitchen, Gordon Ramsay

Ooh, know that I'm down for the two-double-seven-O
Die for my set, you already know
Knocking them down like they're dominoes

I know that they know that Spenny's about to blow
All of my dubs coming in a row
But I'm still writing raps on my broken phone

Verse 3
Retaliation is a must
Ain't no maybe’s, if’s or but’s
We took numerous trips round their
But lad that something I can't discuss

I don't want to end up in cuffs
We heartless wrong or right regardless yeah Imma back my blood
Got-got and he left his cuzzo
Shit, and he's still out talking tough

They don't know about taking risks
Them big lads they ain’t made for this
We invest in shanks and shivs
And if there's beef we taking trips

I can't call them ops
Lad we beefing flops
I got friends looking at ten
you watched yours getting put in a box

Who wants smoke, they don't want smoke
Trust me ***** them boys ain't ready
Twenty-one what, but one got knocked
I guess that makes them twenty

Free up Freddy and Lebs
Plus my ***** Deacon Chef
Making moves while them boys follow
Playing these games like Simon says

They call me chingy
Not cause of the way I squint my eyes
When things get iffy
Then I'm known to wave and just swing my knife

When it goes in them then I push the
Blade a few more times
Two-seven drill them, them boys victims
They don't ride, just bitch and lie

We twist up while them boy just dancing
strictly shiv and shanking and push
that sword like captain step on deck and plank them
Too much talk

But no action
They came for women I'm not here romancing
I'll use anything just to get the win
I don't take no chances

Don't step on the field
Cause weapons of steel are used to play this game
Don't be leaving your home
Cause set in the stone is where you'll see your name

If I lack when I'm out
Then I'll stomp till I see his brains
Leave these pavements stains
I'll do it again and again

That's reckless shiving
If it's done by me, Cell, ***** YP
Then lad there ain't no difference
Don't pull out for decoration

This thing goes all in them
That's vicious drillings, I’ll put some victims out on a mission
Souls go missing
I love just f**king twisting.

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ONEFOUR - Spot the Difference Lyrics

Hook
My district has too much drillers
Like who wants it
Like who wants war with Sydney's realest
They talk that talk on gas

But them boys they ain't got no triggers
They act like they in trenches
But them boys ain't got no diggers
Like Spot the Difference

Verse 1
OneFour, we still active
We still ***ching
If I ain't out there in the field cuz
Then I guarantee I am working

My crew still in the trap
Flipping packs, this and that
Heard there's runners here in my hood
How can they run lad, without tax

And if we're talking scores, hashtag facts
Like who got robbed at Cat's
Try coming down on them trains lad
You get sent home on them tracks

J-EMZ took that triple out with a stick
Jump out gang cuz
And we smoked him like a spliff

How can I call them ops
How can I call them ops
They run off and leave their friends for dead
More like a bunch of dogs

No way I can be like them
I got my bros like Drake & Josh
And all this talk about smoke
How come none of my men been shot
Not one of my men been got

Got no hesitation
I ride or die for my block
These critics claim that we faking it
But won't live a day in my socks

I was on the streets since fifteen
Trying force a shiv on these ops
***ching everyday on them dogs
Like who really wants to get got

Can't affiliate with a friend of an op
that bridge gets burnt
One of them young ones took that trip and
Phoned our line saying Kill confirmed

He was out for his stripes and on that night
That villain's respect was earned
Now he's doing a stretch for the gang
Can't wait for the day that he makes a return

Deacon Chef, he's a OneFour rider
See him trying make a dip like Tyga
Like who's that op on the block
Who's that five-foot shit ***** *****

We're them rowdy boys like *****
Got a venomous bite, no viper
See me leading the pack like a captain
At the front of the field like a striker

Hook
My district has too much drillers
Like who wants it
Like who wants war with Sydney's realest
They talk that talk on gas

But them boys they ain't got no triggers
They act like they in trenches
But them boys ain't got no diggers
Like Spot the Difference

My district has too much drillers
Like who wants it
Like who wants war with Sydney's realest
They talk that talk on gas

But them boys they ain't got no triggers
They act like they in trenches
But them boys ain't got no diggers
Like Spot the Difference

Verse 2
Run through houses
kick down doors like Raptor Squad
They just talk backstage, bring cameras on
That's where these actors from

They're not front line, they're feline
They're pussies
But I just don’t mine, then rewind
And push it

We violent men, they talk too much
We silence them
Quiet them
And plus, this blade will take his life and minus them

They say this shit disgusting
But I say we f**king love it
Offsite we rush them, time and place
The ops get got in public

Marching like Russian's
Spark it, no bluffing
Start it, for nothing
Run, run when you see us coming

See I still remember
That day Freddy copped that whack
They took like fifteen boys to court
And all of us got knocked back

Yeah back in the day’s was shanks and shivs
But now we all got that strap
Now I'm hitting that Mounty Bop on an op
As soon as I clock that back

Ops they burn when I'm on that track
See I've been going OT on the streets as soon as I got set free
Now my young Gs loose on the roads
They running a muck like Assassin's Creed

They scream, J-EM lad, do something
Your boys are a different breed
Then comes out my name, like YP said
Of course Imma back my G’s

That side don't listen
We took this drill thing serious
Now look some of the ops gone missing

Like why do you think our faces are hidden
The gang's on strict conditions
We come through militant
Whole crew diligent, ready to back our district

They hate our rude image
They say my crew's British
We pull up like who's with it
Load that clip like, finish

Been gone for two minutes
Wait, wait lad, stop that car
Got to hit that gas when I let that slap

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