Trip to London — текст песни (Fiend)

[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 and snap a bone tissue
Red covered the floors, only by the doors
Incase the D.E.A. got a drug sweep tour
To feed the kanine, look, I keep one on your waistline
A few thoughts if they really wanna chase mine
Why they wanna replace mine, chance with the killer when I chase mine
I wear bullet proof transform, leave a 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

[Mo B. Dick]
Yeah you didn`t want to listen the first time nigga warned ya.
But now nigga bring that pain to your ass now.
Look where you at, look where you at now nigga.
What?

[Kage]
Bitch, you bitch.
The game`s survival, follow motto of Fiend`s eleven hollows
And if I woes my rivals, represent the cash to Austin Powers
Toss a towel, it`s the arrival of the most powerful shots sprayed
Like your ex girlfriends, and goes, finger fuckin gun and ammos
Lay a centerfold who they feel like Congo
Fuck a knife when we jump out the Bronco
With the four fours, uptown desperado
Hit you with a Roy Jones combo, this ain`t a boat load
To your afro, murder you, come to your funeral
Buck and peel low, it`s a new time, here`s the intro
Fuck with Fiend, you die, lose your vitals

[O`Dell]
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 London
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 London