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Lyrics of Spot the Difference by ONEFOUR
chorus
My district has too much drillers
Like who wants it? Like who wants war with Sydney's realest?
They talk that talk on gas 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
OneFour, we still active, we still earching
If I ain't out there in the field cuz, then I guarantee I am working
My crew still in the trap, flippin' packs, this and that
Heard there's runners here in my hood
How can they run lad, without tax?
And if we're talking scores, hashtag facts
Like who got robbed at Cat's?
Try coming down on them trains lad
You get sent home on them tracks
J_EMZ took that triple out with a stick (Hoo, hoo)
Jump out gang cuz and we smoked him like a spliff
H-How can I call them opps? (Ay)
How can I call them opps? (How can I?)
They run off and leave their friends
For dead, more like a bunch of dogs (Woof)
verse
No way I can be like them
I got my bros like Drake & Josh (My brothers)
And all this talk about smoke, how come none of my men been shot?
Not one of my men been got
Got no hesitation (none)
I 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 fifteen tryna force a shiv on these opps
Earching everyday on them dogs
Like who really wants to get got? (Who?)
verse
Can't affiliate with a friend of an opp, that bridge gets burnt
One them youngins took that trip and
Phoned our line saying "Kill confirmed" (Ha ha)
He was out for his stripes and on that
Night, that villain's respect was earnt
Now he's doing a stretch for the gang
Can't wait for the day that he makes a return (Free him)
verse
Deacon Chef, he's a OneFour rider
See him tryna make a dip like Tyga
Like who's that opp on the block?
Who's that five-foot shit? Lights up, uh
We're them rowdy boys like proper
Got a venomous bite, no viper
See me leading the pack like a captain
At the front of the field like a striker (Rah, rah)
chorus
My district has too much drillers
Like who wants it? Like who wants war with Sydney's realest?
They talk that talk on gas 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
My district has too much drillers (Too much)
Like who wants it? Like who wants war with Sydney's realest?
They talk that talk on gas 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
Run through houses, kick down doors like Raptor Squad (Boom)
They just talk backstage
Bring cameras on, that's where these actors from
They're not frontline, they're feline, they're pussies (Ha ha)
But I just don mine, then rewind
And push it (push it, push it, push it)
We violent men, they talk too much, we silence them
Quiet them
And plus, this blade will take his life and minus them (Ride on them)
They say this shit disgusting but I say we fuckin' love it
Offsite we rush them, time and place
The opps get got in public (Run it, run it)
verse
Marchin', like Russia's
Spark it, no bluffin'
Start it, for nothin'
Run, run when you see us comin'
(Nah)
See I still remember, that day Freddy copped that whack (Free him)
They took like fifteen boys to court and all of us got knocked back
Yeah, back in the day was shanks
And shivs but now we all got that strap
Now I'm hitting the Mounty Bop on an opp as soon as I clock that back
verse
Opps, they burn when I'm on that track
See I've been going OT on the streets as soon as I got set free
Now my young Gs loose on the roads
They runnin' amok like Assassin's Creed (Ching ching)
They scream, "J_EM lad, do something, your boys are a different breed"
Then out comes my name, like YP said
Of course I'ma back my Gs (Of course)
verse
That side don't listen, ooh
We took this drill thing serious
Now look some of the opps gone missin'
Like why do you think our faces are hidden?
The gang's on strict conditions
We come through militant
Whole crew diligent, ready to back our district
They hate our rude image
They say my crew's British
We pull up like "Who's with it?"
Load that clip like grrrr, finish
Been gone for two minutes
Wait, wait lad, stop that car, gotta hit that gas when I let that slap
DOOT, DOOT!
Writer(s): Jerome Misa, Spencer Magalogo, Pio Misa, Salec Su'a
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