CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Spot The Difference
My district has too much drillers
Like, who wants it?
Like, who wants war with Sydney's realest?
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
ONEFOUR, we still active, we still urching (Active)
If I ain't there in the field, cuz, then I guarantee I?m working
My crew still in the trap, flippin' packs, dis and dat
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 Ca**? (Who?)
Try coming down on them trains, lad
You get sent home on them tracks (Don't run, don't run)
J_EMZ took that trip, lad, with a stick (Hoo, hoo)
Jump out gang, cuz, and we smoked him like a spliff
H-How can I call them opps? (Hey?)
How can I call them opps? (How can I?)
They run off and leave their friends for dead
More like a bunch of dogs (Ooh-ooh)
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 (Who?s that?)
Urching every day on them dogs
Like, who really wants to get got? (Who?)
Can?t affiliate with a friend of a opp
That bridge gets burnt (Burnin')
One of the youngins took that trip
And phoned our line saying, "Kill confirmed" (Haha)
He was out for his stripes and on that night
That villain?s respect was earnt (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, he's a ONEFOUR rider
Still tryna make it dip like Tyga (Dip, dip)
Like who?s that opp on the block?
Loot that fafa's sh*t like Swiper
We're them rowdy boys like Piper
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)
My district has too much drillers
Like, who wants it?
Like, who wants war with Sydney's realest?
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
My district has too much drillers
Like, who wants it?
Like, who wants war with Sydney's realest?
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
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 don't frontline, they're felines, they're pussies (Haha)
But I just dump mine
Then rewind, and push it (Push it, push it, push it)
We violate 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 sh*t disgust them
But, us lads, we f**kin' love it (Love it)
On site, we rush 'em, time and place
And opps get got in public (Run it, run it)
Marchin' like Russians
Spark it, no bluffin' (None)
Start it for nothin'
Run, run when you see us comin' up
See, I still remember
That day Freddy copped that whack (Free him)
They took 'bout fifteen boys to court
And all of us got knocked back
Yeah, back in the day, it 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
Opps, they burn when I'm on that track
See, I've been going OT in the streets
As soon as I got set free
Now my young Gs loose on the roads
They runnin' amok like A**a**in's Creed (Ching ching)
They scream, "J_EM, lad, do something
Your boys are a different breed"
Then comes out my name, like YP said
Of course I'ma back my Gs (Of course)
That side don't listen, ooh
We took this drill thing serious
Now look, some of the opps gone missin' (Got put in a box)
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 grrr, finish
Been gone for two minutes
Wait, wait, lad, stop that car
Better hit that gas when I let that slap
Doot, doot!
Like, who wants it?
Like, who wants war with Sydney's realest?
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
ONEFOUR, we still active, we still urching (Active)
If I ain't there in the field, cuz, then I guarantee I?m working
My crew still in the trap, flippin' packs, dis and dat
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 Ca**? (Who?)
Try coming down on them trains, lad
You get sent home on them tracks (Don't run, don't run)
J_EMZ took that trip, lad, with a stick (Hoo, hoo)
Jump out gang, cuz, and we smoked him like a spliff
H-How can I call them opps? (Hey?)
How can I call them opps? (How can I?)
They run off and leave their friends for dead
More like a bunch of dogs (Ooh-ooh)
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 (Who?s that?)
Urching every day on them dogs
Like, who really wants to get got? (Who?)
Can?t affiliate with a friend of a opp
That bridge gets burnt (Burnin')
One of the youngins took that trip
And phoned our line saying, "Kill confirmed" (Haha)
He was out for his stripes and on that night
That villain?s respect was earnt (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, he's a ONEFOUR rider
Still tryna make it dip like Tyga (Dip, dip)
Like who?s that opp on the block?
Loot that fafa's sh*t like Swiper
We're them rowdy boys like Piper
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)
My district has too much drillers
Like, who wants it?
Like, who wants war with Sydney's realest?
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
My district has too much drillers
Like, who wants it?
Like, who wants war with Sydney's realest?
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
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 don't frontline, they're felines, they're pussies (Haha)
But I just dump mine
Then rewind, and push it (Push it, push it, push it)
We violate 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 sh*t disgust them
But, us lads, we f**kin' love it (Love it)
On site, we rush 'em, time and place
And opps get got in public (Run it, run it)
Marchin' like Russians
Spark it, no bluffin' (None)
Start it for nothin'
Run, run when you see us comin' up
See, I still remember
That day Freddy copped that whack (Free him)
They took 'bout fifteen boys to court
And all of us got knocked back
Yeah, back in the day, it 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
Opps, they burn when I'm on that track
See, I've been going OT in the streets
As soon as I got set free
Now my young Gs loose on the roads
They runnin' amok like A**a**in's Creed (Ching ching)
They scream, "J_EM, lad, do something
Your boys are a different breed"
Then comes out my name, like YP said
Of course I'ma back my Gs (Of course)
That side don't listen, ooh
We took this drill thing serious
Now look, some of the opps gone missin' (Got put in a box)
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 grrr, finish
Been gone for two minutes
Wait, wait, lad, stop that car
Better hit that gas when I let that slap
Doot, doot!
