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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 missile, snap a bone grissle Red covered the floors, only by the doors In case the D.E.A. got a drug sweep tour defuse the K9, look, I keep one on your waistline A few thoughts when they really wanna chase mine Why they wanna replace mine? Shots of Tequila when that chain's 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 You ain't never gonna die homes Two more, fuck the liar fool Two more, fuck the liar fool Tryina pull cases on like a eye for me Jet life was, never die us Mind gooses with the stunt pegs in my seat, has devised replies Screws loose but the game was tighter Al Pacino, Robert Lojer, Michelle Pfeiffer All survived the action because they was actors This real shit is tragic homie, them automatics is actually clappin We gon have to polick you if you can't move a little faster They were sparing your sister out of respect but now they getting at er SongtexteCuz you goin home, shit don't matter Shit cold as fuck but we know every day it happened Some people never knew until the first 48 came through the television But my niggas really livin in it fool They didn't see it coming Dope type with instincts for running I wish you would've came with me to London You didn't see it coming Dope type with instincts for running I wish you would've came to London He didn't see it coming Dope type with instincts for running I wish you would've came with me to London You didn't see it coming Dope type with instincts for running I wish you would've came to London Aus Songtexte Mania