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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 fxn 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 bixtch 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

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