Trip to London lyrics

by

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 snap a bone tissue
Red pepper 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, shots of tequila when I chase mine
Want a bullet proof transpo, heres 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. di*k]
Yeah you didn't want to listen the first time n*gga warned ya
But now n*gga bring that pain to your ass now
Look where you at, look where you at now n*gga
What?

[Kage]
b*tch, you b*tch
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 f*ckin gun and ammos
Lay a centerfold who they feel like Congo
f*ck 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
f*ck with Fiend, you die, lose your vitals
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