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Spot the Difference - ONEFOUR [LYRICS]

"SPOT THE DIFFERENCE- ONE FOUR LYRICS" WE DO NOT OWN COPY RIGHTS OF MUSIC. --- We've noticed that some of the lyrics are wrong, apologies! ** EDITIED LYRICS BELOW ** -- [HOOK] My district has too much drillers Like who wants it? Like who wants war with Sydney’s realist? They talk that talk on gats But them boys they ain’t got no triggers They act like they in trenches but them boys ain’t got no diggers Like spot the difference [VERSE ONE: YP14] Onefour we still active, we still urchin (active) If I ain’t there in the field cuz then I guarantee ya, I’m workin’ My crew still in the trap, flipping packs, this N that Heard there’s runners here in my hood How can they run lad without taxs? (What) And if we talking scores (scores) Hashtag facts (facts) Like who got robbed at cas (who?) Try coming down on them trains lad, you’ll get sent home on them tracks (don’t run, don’t run) JeMz took that trip lad with a stick (*click boom boom*) Jump out gang cuz and we smoked him like a spliff How can I call them ops? (Ay?) How can I call them ops? (How can I?) They run off and leave their friends for dead More like a bunch of dogs No way I can be like them I got my bros like Drake and Josh (my brothers) And all this talk about smoke How come none of my men been shot? (Nah) Not one of my men been got [VERSE TWO: SPENNY14] Got no hesitation (none) I’ll ride or die for my block (of course) These critics claim that we fakin it, but won’t live a day in my socks (no way) I was on the streets since 15 tryna force a shiv on these ops (these ops) Urchin everyday on them dogs Like who really wants to get got? (who?) Can’t affiliate with a friend of an op That bridge gets burned (burn it) One of the young-ins took that trip And Phoned our line saying “kill confirmed” (haha) He was out, four strikes And on that night, that villers respect was earned (Smitty) Now he’s doing a stretch for the gang Can’t wait for the day that he makes a return (free him) Deacon chef is a onefour rider Still tryna make it dip like tyga (dip dip) Like who’s that op on the block? (Who) who can't fight for shit like sniper we’re the rowdy boys like piper got a venomous bite named Viper See me leading the pack like a captain At the front of the field like a striker (ahh ahh) [CHORUS] My district has too much drillers Like who wants it? (Who wants it?) Like who wants war with Sydney’s realist? (Ay?) They talk that talk on gats But them boys they ain’t got no triggers (none) They act like they in trenches but them boys ain’t got no diggers (nah) Like spot the difference [X2] [VERSE THREE: LEKKS14] Run through houses, kick down doors like raptors squad (BOOM) They just talk bout staggering, cameras on, that’s where these actors from They don’t frontline, they feline, they pussies (haha) But I just start mine, then rewind and push it (push it, push it, push it) We violent men, they talk too much We silence them, quiet them (shh) And plus this blade would take his life and minus them (ride on them) They say this shit disgust them but I say we fuckin love it (love it) On site we rush them, time and place and ops get got in public (they run it) Marchin like Russians, spark it, no bluffin’ (none) Start it, for nothin’ Run run when you see us coming ah [VERSE FOUR: JM] See I still remember (Ay) That day Freddy copped that whack (Free em) They took bout 15 boys to court and all of us got knocked back Yeah back in the days were shanks and shivs but now we all got that strap Now I’m hittin that mounty bop on an op as soon as I clock that back Ops they burn when I’m on that track See I’ve been going O.T in the streets as soon as I got set free Now my young G’s loose on the roads They runnin a muck like assassin's creed (Ching Ching) They scream “JM Lad, do something, your boys are a different breed” Then comes out my NA Like YP said of course imma back my G’s (of course) That’s side don’t listen (ooh) We took this drill thing serious Now look, some of the ops gone missin (got put in a box) Like why do you think our faces are hidden? The gangs on strict conditions We come through militan Whole crew diligent Ready to back our district They hate our rude, image They say my crews, British We pull up like, who's with it? Load that clip, like grrr finish Been gone for two minutes No wait lad, stop that car, better hit that gas, we don’t let that slap (brr brr) COMMENT OTHER ARTIST OR OTHER SONGS FROM ONE FOUR YOU'D LIKE TO HEAR MORE OF. THANK YOU, T&L. -- YP14 x SPENNY14 x LEKKS14 x J_EMZ14 Filmed by - Maxed Out Films (www.maxedoutfilms.com.au) Edited by - CTRL + E Editing Produced by - Gotcha Mixed & Mastered by - Solo