[Verse 1: Fiend] He never really saw the bullet coming No type of instinct for running I wish he would have came with me to London I never knocked his hustle, I was the one that gave him muscle And showed him how to make a missle, snap a bone gristle Red peppered the floors, only by the doors In case the D.E.A. got a drug sweep tour Confuse the canine looking, and keep one on your waistline A few thoughts when they really wanna chase mine Why they wanna replace mine shots of tequila when I chase mine One bullet proof transport, [?] number on who made mine Smoking that gray pine, they save mine I had to seek it, now I'm one of the ones that can speak it
[Interlude: Curren$y] Ain't never gon' die homes Too mufucking live for 'em Tryna throw cases on him like a iPhone
[Verse 2: Curren$y] Jet Lifers, never die-ers Mongooses with the stunt pegs and my seat had the vice grip pliers Screws loose but the game was tighter Al Pacino, Robert Loggia, Michelle Pfeiffer All survived the action cause they was actors This real shit is tragic homie, them automatics is actually clapping We gon' have to pour liquor if you can't move a lil' faster They was sparin' yo sister out of respect but now they getting at her Cause you gone homes it done matter Shit cold as fuck but we know everyday it happen Some people never knew until the First 48 came through The television but my niggas really living in it fool
[Hook: x2] You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for running I wish you would have came with me to London You didn't see it coming, no type of instincts for running I wish you would have came to LondonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
