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This call is originating from the (gotcha) correctional complex
It's Cellyonefour from the Western Sydney
Up in remand on that lockdown
Free Freddy, free Lepi, free Me, free Rondo
Free Justin, free Zefs, free the Seventy, free the ONEFOUR
Soon home
JM, I'm a ONEFOUR veteran
Boss of my hood 'cause I back my section (I will)
When I met them streets and slapped that thing
Lad, I knew I found my obsession
Had me running the ball, no question
Swear any opp I saw, I pressed him
Either cell, YP or Lekks couldn't leave his chest without no injection
ONEFOUR we've been puttin' 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 opp on his shirt (he did)
Just fill up the car and urch, got things on hips watch opps disperse
I back my shank and you pull yours and see who will take off first
Don't whinge or cry, like MizorMac go grip and ride
Have your team all wet and wild
Right when my crew bring clips and slide
Wanna 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 shh
And someone got dipped and shh
Get down when I grip that steel
Hands up when I bring that hammer (hands up)
Come through when I pull that ching
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 wanna talk shit you can get some too
See me eating well, pulled out my ching for my show and tell (ching)
Call me festus when you hear the bell
I'll be wrecking opps like I'm Wreck-It Ralph
We on the block so there ain't no fouls
I'll be scoring points when I kick 'em 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 opps are broke, can't affiliate
They're the types to go half on a bumper
The coca got me feeling jumpy
Rolled the dice and got stuck in Jumanji
Getting triple digits like I'm Scotty Pippen
Whippin' 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 (knocking them down)
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
Retaliation is a must, ain't no maybe, ifs or buts
We took numerous trips round there
But lad that something I can't discuss (no way)
I don't wanna end up in cuffs
We heartless, wrong or right regardless, yeah, I'ma back my blood
Shh, got got and he left his uzzo
Shit and he's still out talking tough
They don't know about taking risks
Them big lads they're made for this
We invest in shanks and shivs and if there's beef we taking trips
I can't call them opps, lad we beefing flops
I got friends, looking at ten
You watched yours getting put in a box (put in a box)
Who wants smoke?
They don't want smoke, trust me mothers them boys ain't ready
Twenty one what, but one got knocked
Ha, I guess that makes them twenty
Free up Freddy and Lebs (free 'em)
Plus my coey 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 em then I push the blade a few few more times
Two-seven drill 'em them boys victims they don't ride, just bitch and lie
We twist up while them boy just dancing
Strictly shiv and shankin' (ching)
Push that sword like captain step on deck and plank 'em
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
Do it again and again, that's reckless shivings
If it's done by me, cell, b-do YP, then lad there ain't no difference
Don't pull out for decoration, this thing goes all in 'em
That's vicious drillin's, opposite, victims out on a mission
Souls go missing, I love just fucking twisting