(performed by A1, Ron
Gotti, Maliq, Jay Lekz, Mac Eleven)
[Macc Eleven:]
Tell me how many times you dogs got got
We took numerous trips to that 70 block
I heard kill confirmed call up the OGs tell em send them Glocks
Run and snitch to the ops cause inner west Sydney bout to let off shots fun redhot
21 district inner west Sydney screaming no effect
Now that we back running a muck screaming no effect
Never gave a fuck coz your music and that was kinda alright
But 21 what, one got knocked?
Nah lad ain't gonna let that slide
Time to ride in my X5 with the pumpy on the side
Disrespect fallen soldiers that's straight suicide
We've been on top of the streets check the fucken score
Last time I checked those little flops were laying on the floor
Shanks and shivs that's what we did youse don't remember when
Your brothers got dipped and butcher got sent for 10, you wouldn't know
This was back in 09 just like what JM said
Youse were on the curb this high ya little dog!
Who want smoke you want smoke you want fucken smoke...
The only smoke youse really smoke is when youse take that toke
I hold it down for the inner west youngins
What, we've been through this shit
Since who's got you running what
Talk about opps rocks Glocks
Trying to be UK Bronx
Bunch of flops do your own thing you wannabe British gronks
Running packed with snitches
50 deep like bitches
Your boys inside are on protection yeah that boneyard section
Free who? Free who?
Fuck up noone gives a fuck who!
[Jay Lekz:]
One by one, one on four
Take all cause I run that ball!
Bring it to war now let's reveal
When I knock on doors let's see who's real
Pull your steel, lad
This is a different field, bang!
Tinted window shield I grip that piece and stay concealed
Sydney's realists, who them?
They never learn their lesson
Your inmates claim gangbang
But they gangbang in protection!
Oh! Still haven't told them trench?
When you took them trips down to my district, dropped that bitch right through the fence!
Ooo Too typsy
That whiskey, I'm shifty
Debt collector like 50
I've been earchin opps in my district
Been dropping flops since 15
Been blowing smoke like a chimney
I clean the evidence quickly
News report, someone's gone missing!
[Maliq:]
Whose next?! 21 Innerwest!
Don't act up
Been running mucks on the greaterwest line
And the whole lot full of actors
Getting caught in the act lads
How many times we did done
Dropped your asses
Put it to the test
Exposed your manners bitch
That rap shit?
Them boys better back it
Calming shit that they never did
Them boys are plastic
21 nations bitch don't fake it
These boys invented shanks and shivs
Don't hesitate to spray it
Trynna be famous
They think they have it
How many times we catch em
We dip dem doggs for nothing love it
My hood don't stand it!
[Ron Gotti:]
If you talk the talk then walk the walk
Don't fold yourself
You took numerous trips round there aye lad don't kid yourself
100% you'll dip yourself
110 you'll fake it just to make it
Back to your hide
These plebs Talk about all these tacks
But "you ain't about that life"!
My youngins we on the come up
I've been bangin that steel topping up so
So I ain't afraid of that hammer
I'm scaffing away with my tokos hoping that one day we out the gutter
These critics move and get banished
Lads tried to make a threat with that pistol grip, they all got vanquished
Free my team making drops in and out of lock up
Ain't nothing gonna stop us
My aims on focus
These girls play hocus pocus
They claim they ops but they're just rustic
This is not really your purspose
I'm living my life to the fullest
Taking the bullets, going the furthest
[A1:]
61 with the hard shit
Going all in like a bloke in a mosh pit
Tell me who wants this
Tell me who's asking We talking bizzo since I was a young kid
Here since the start of the game
G40 worldwide remember the name
He came to the game
He thought he was safe
He saw our face
Then his energy changed
Know for a fact they pussys
They only drillers for the music
Ball runners no need to prove this
Old school one on one let's do this
Pulling up in a van
Ballied up heading straight for the man
Strapped up got a push it by the gram
Stacked up like I got them bands
I be doing OT
Put in work for ma Gz
They ain't never met a g like me
They ain't packing the heat
I'll be running the streets
Tell me lad What yous know about beef
What you know about moving that pack
What you know about clocking it back
What you know about making that trip
Dropped that pin on the map so they know where I'm at
Steady cruising when I back my gz
4 times 10 y'all know forty
Steady repping hard till the day I leave
Put in that work till my lads set free
To my lads locked up
Big boy just rocked up
Send the min and account so my lads stocked up
You ain't about them bars
You ain't about that life
We got your message
But this is the reply!
Tell me how many times you dogs got got
We took numerous trips to that 70 block
I heard kill confirmed call up the OGs tell em send them Glocks
Run and snitch to the ops cause inner west Sydney bout to let off shots fun redhot
21 district inner west Sydney screaming no effect
Now that we back running a muck screaming no effect
Never gave a fuck coz your music and that was kinda alright
But 21 what, one got knocked?
Nah lad ain't gonna let that slide
Time to ride in my X5 with the pumpy on the side
Disrespect fallen soldiers that's straight suicide
We've been on top of the streets check the fucken score
Last time I checked those little flops were laying on the floor
Shanks and shivs that's what we did youse don't remember when
Your brothers got dipped and butcher got sent for 10, you wouldn't know
This was back in 09 just like what JM said
Youse were on the curb this high ya little dog!
Who want smoke you want smoke you want fucken smoke...
The only smoke youse really smoke is when youse take that toke
I hold it down for the inner west youngins
What, we've been through this shit
Since who's got you running what
Talk about opps rocks Glocks
Trying to be UK Bronx
Bunch of flops do your own thing you wannabe British gronks
Running packed with snitches
50 deep like bitches
Your boys inside are on protection yeah that boneyard section
Free who? Free who?
Fuck up noone gives a fuck who!
[Jay Lekz:]
One by one, one on four
Take all cause I run that ball!
Bring it to war now let's reveal
When I knock on doors let's see who's real
Pull your steel, lad
This is a different field, bang!
Tinted window shield I grip that piece and stay concealed
Sydney's realists, who them?
They never learn their lesson
Your inmates claim gangbang
But they gangbang in protection!
Oh! Still haven't told them trench?
When you took them trips down to my district, dropped that bitch right through the fence!
Ooo Too typsy
That whiskey, I'm shifty
Debt collector like 50
I've been earchin opps in my district
Been dropping flops since 15
Been blowing smoke like a chimney
I clean the evidence quickly
News report, someone's gone missing!
[Maliq:]
Whose next?! 21 Innerwest!
Don't act up
Been running mucks on the greaterwest line
And the whole lot full of actors
Getting caught in the act lads
How many times we did done
Dropped your asses
Put it to the test
Exposed your manners bitch
That rap shit?
Them boys better back it
Calming shit that they never did
Them boys are plastic
21 nations bitch don't fake it
These boys invented shanks and shivs
Don't hesitate to spray it
Trynna be famous
They think they have it
How many times we catch em
We dip dem doggs for nothing love it
My hood don't stand it!
[Ron Gotti:]
If you talk the talk then walk the walk
Don't fold yourself
You took numerous trips round there aye lad don't kid yourself
100% you'll dip yourself
110 you'll fake it just to make it
Back to your hide
These plebs Talk about all these tacks
But "you ain't about that life"!
My youngins we on the come up
I've been bangin that steel topping up so
So I ain't afraid of that hammer
I'm scaffing away with my tokos hoping that one day we out the gutter
These critics move and get banished
Lads tried to make a threat with that pistol grip, they all got vanquished
Free my team making drops in and out of lock up
Ain't nothing gonna stop us
My aims on focus
These girls play hocus pocus
They claim they ops but they're just rustic
This is not really your purspose
I'm living my life to the fullest
Taking the bullets, going the furthest
[A1:]
61 with the hard shit
Going all in like a bloke in a mosh pit
Tell me who wants this
Tell me who's asking We talking bizzo since I was a young kid
Here since the start of the game
G40 worldwide remember the name
He came to the game
He thought he was safe
He saw our face
Then his energy changed
Know for a fact they pussys
They only drillers for the music
Ball runners no need to prove this
Old school one on one let's do this
Pulling up in a van
Ballied up heading straight for the man
Strapped up got a push it by the gram
Stacked up like I got them bands
I be doing OT
Put in work for ma Gz
They ain't never met a g like me
They ain't packing the heat
I'll be running the streets
Tell me lad What yous know about beef
What you know about moving that pack
What you know about clocking it back
What you know about making that trip
Dropped that pin on the map so they know where I'm at
Steady cruising when I back my gz
4 times 10 y'all know forty
Steady repping hard till the day I leave
Put in that work till my lads set free
To my lads locked up
Big boy just rocked up
Send the min and account so my lads stocked up
You ain't about them bars
You ain't about that life
We got your message
But this is the reply!
Writer(s): 21 District
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