Luxford

Yeah, Gang

I wasn't born on Luxford, but I did dirt on Luxford

Chased our opps in public, but I ain't gon' talk on the subject

At parks, we charging, march like Spartans, you can call us 300

Coppers are out and about, so stay in your house if you can't outrun 'em

I grew up seeing them red bandanas (true)

I grew up seeing them green bandanas

It's always been war in the Sydney's West

But the whole city knows which real ones ran 'em

If I'm talking real, then it starts with from Woodstock Ave

Down to Chestnut Crescent

And when Blood got spilled, we got out there, on Luxford Road

Showing opps who's present

Back in 2015, we were tearing that road up

KTM 450s when you hear that motor

Outside, let it knock

Burnin' rubber on the block, no doughnut

Midnight P and R's, them broad day cheffin's

All getting done, profoundly

Streetlights getting kicked out, blades getting flicked out

That's how you know you're a mounty

Age 15 first time putting hands on a ski

See a opp and I told him I grip

They was in class tryna get their grades up

While I was on the street tryna hit me a lick

From YK to Deccan Way feeding them fiends

Like an all-you-can-eat buffet

I was on the block all night, all day

Going hard in the paint like I'm LBJ

'Cause I really did work on Luxford Road

Took trips with kegs on Luxford Road

Not once have I ever not backed my bro's

Got a FBO on Luxford Road

But I'll still load the clip and make it go

If you ain't on the strip, then pussy don't hang

Make the wrong move and you can get bad

Hang with the wrong crowd and get your toe tagged

I wasn't born on Luxford, but I did dirt on Luxford

Chased our opps in public, but I ain't gon' talk on the subject

At parks, we charging, march like Spartans, you can call us 300

Coppers are out and about, so stay in your house if you can't outrun 'em

I'm from 2-7, we use weapons that pick and choose

.38s and them .22s them buckshots knock your Air shoes

Heard the opps been tryna box, well, hold these 7.62s

Are you down, 'cause we're on the block

These the only rounds that we're tryna do

Win or lose, we stick and move when we do the race

Make sure don't forget your K

To the opps already in the grave

Yeah, their friends sad and mad he at the grave

Made enough, but ain't got no rain on it

Don't impress me much like Shania Twain

Ain't got raised up on Luxford Road, so we poppin' off like we Tory Lanez

They know where I'm at, Luxford

This ain't the Cold War, but we keep marchin'

Try come to the street

We got sickles and hammers like Soviet Russians

We some soldiers, sorted them out like equations

We solvin' that problem

Somebody call doctors, medical attention if they try marchin' on Luxford

Nah, that's our trenches war zone

Bullet holes and stitches in your torso

If one of us get hit, then we all go, sawed-off, 12 gauges, semi-autos

Lad, don't step out of line when the sergeants chargin' through

I'm from mounty (sir, yes sir) give me a fuckin' salute

I wasn't born on Luxford, but I did dirt on Luxford

Chased our opps in public, but I ain't gon' talk on the subject

At parks, we charging, march like Spartans, you can call us 300

Coppers are out and about, so stay in your house if you can't outrun 'em