Shanks And Shivs Lyrics - Onefour

Uh this side, in the west 

Mm, talkin' all that shit 

My streets, i'm into 

That beef, i been through 

One heat, I've seen 

Do need a ting to end you 

Say less, blew him 

In the west, I'm rim 

Want some, they come 

Who's first lads? One by one 

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Tell me how many times you dogs got, got 

We took numerous trips to that seventy block 

I heard kill confirmed call up the OGs tell em send them Glocks 

Run and snitch to the opps 'cause Inner West 

Sydney bout to let off shots fuckin' red hot 

21 district, Inner West Sydney screaming no effect 

Now that we back running a muck screaming no effect 

Never gave a fuck 'cause 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 with the pumpy on the side 

Disrespect fallen soldiers that's straight suicide 

We've been on top of the streets check the fuckin' score 

Last time I checked ya'll 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 ten, youse wouldn't know 

This was back in '09 just like what JM said 

You were on the curb this high ya little dog! 

Who want smoke? You want smoke? You want fuckin' smoke? 

The only smoke you really smoke is when youse take that toke 

I hold it down for the Inner West youngins (West) 

We've been through this shit 

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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 

Fifty deep like bitches 

Your boys inside are on protection yeah that boneyard section 

Free who? Free who? 

Fuck up no one, no one gives a fuck who! 

Take 'em down, aboard that Ben yeah 

Straight to the ocean crew 

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 gang bang 

But they gang bang 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! 

Ooh too tipsy 

That whiskey, I'm shifty 

Debt collector like 50 

I've been earchin opps in my district 

Been dropping flops since fifteen 

Been blowing smoke like a chimney 

I clean the evidence quickly 

News report, someone's gone missing! 

Whose next? 21 Inner West 

Don't act up 

Been running mucks on the greater west line 

And the whole lot full of actors 

Getting caught in the act lads 

How many times we did done 

And dropped your asses 

Put it to the test 

Exposed your manners bitch 

That rap shit? 

Them boys better back it 

Claiming shit that they never did 

Them boys are plastic 

21 nations bitch don't fake it 

These boys invented shanks and shivs 

Don't hesitate to spray it, rah 

Tryna be famous 

They think they have it 

How many times we catch 'em 

We dip dem dogs for nothing love it 

Damn my hood don't stand it, rah 

If you talk the talk then walk the walk 

Don't fold yourself (don't fold, don't fold) 

You took numerous trips round there aye lad don't kid yourself 

Hundred percent you'll dip yourself 

Hundred and ten 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 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 opps but they're just rustic 

This is not really your purpose 

I'm living my life to the fullest 

Taking the bullets, going the furthest 

61 with the hard shit 

Going all in like a bloke in a mosh pit 

Tell me who wants it 

Tell me who's asking we talking bizzo since I was a young kid 

Been 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 (pussy) 

Know for a fact they pussys 

They only drillers for the music 

Ball runners no need to prove this 

Old school one on one, yeah 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 G's 

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 

Ha, 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 G's 

Four times ten 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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