Lyrics The Message - ONEFOUR
JM
I'm
a
onefour
veteran
Boss
of
my
hood
'cause
I
back
my
section
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
7 put
an
opp
on
his
shirt
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
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
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
coco
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
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
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
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,
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'
and
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
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