[Intro]

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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

[Verse 1: JM]

JM, I’m a ONEFOUR veteran

Boss of my hood 'cause I back my section (I will)

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 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 a 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 and 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 (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

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

If you ain't a part of this beef and you wanna talk shit

You can get some too

[Verse 2: Spenny14]

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 Scottie 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 (Knock them down)

I know that they know that Spenny’s about to blow

All of my dubs comin' in a row

But I’m still writing raps on my broken phone

[Verse 3: YP14]

Retaliation is a must

Ain’t no maybe, ifs or buts (Nah)

We took numerous trips 'round there

But lad, that's somethin' 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 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 gettin' 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

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

[Verse 4: Lekks14]

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 (I push it)

Two-seven drill 'em

Them boys victims, they don’t ride, just bitch and lie (Haha)

We twist up while them boys 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 romancin' (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 (Nah)

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 missin'

I love just fuckin' twistin'