London Streets Zdot (Ft. Jim Fowler, Jme & Joe Thwaites)

London streets, Abundant griefs
Buckle up because you got front row seats
Knuckle dusters just slump these chiefs
Round here men don't run from police
Don't get caught sleepin' in
London Don't forget
Blood is thicker than
Waters drippin' in
Sinkin' to the bottom
Of the Thames if you didn't
Pay back what you owe
That's when you can sleep

Don't be fooled by the cobblestone walls and
Red phone boxes street so cold
When the devil gets hot and rings your phone
So If death knocks you can't put them on hold

This ain't hide and seek
Unless you wanna hide six feet deep
OK if you wanna keep things clean
Then you gonna have to operate unseen
(serious)

I'm not joking I will getchu
You're a crazy individual
I ain't playin' no games
This ain't baby in the middle
And I ain't namin' no names
Off the record or official
And you should say the same
If you wanna see the visual
You don't know if these people
Are just tryin' to befriend you
Or if they are enemies
And they're tryin' to end you
So pay close attention
To the messages they send you
You been away for a little while