paroles de chanson The Message - ONEFOUR

It's Cellyonefour from the Western Sydney
I've been remanded on that lock down
Free Freddy, Free Lebby, Free Me
Free Rondo, Free Justin, Free Zefs, Free Tha Seventy
Free Tha 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 7 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 (Who?)
Don't whinge or cry, like MizorMac go grip and ride

Have your team all wet and wild when my crew bring clips and slide
Wanna talk them clips then try (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 (Hmm)
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
And 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 (Uhh)
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 maybes, 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 (Ugh)
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 (Hah)
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 opps, lad we beefing flops
I got friends, looking at 10
You watched yours getting put in a box (Put in a box)
Who wants smoke (Who)
They don't want smoke, trust me mothers them boys ain't ready

21 what? But one got knocked, ha, I guess that makes them 20
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 (Aye, aye)
When things get iffy
Then I'm known to wave and just swing my knife (Ching, ching)
When it goes in em then I push the
Blade a few few more times (Push it)

Two-seven drill em them boys victims
They don't ride, just bitch and lie (Haha)
We twist up while them boy just dancing
Strictly shiv and shankin' (Ching) 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 (No way)
I'll use anything just to get the win, I don't take no chances (Aye)
Don't step on the field cause weapons of steel
Are used to play this game (Don't step, Don't Step)

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. (Hmm, hmm)
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