Tekst:
Fatal Flowers

, let's meet as friends The flower of Islam, the fruit of Abraham The thousand stories have come round to one again Arabian night, our gods pursue their fight What fatal flowers

We pull into downtown Dallas by the side of the grassy knoll Where the leader fell and a town was broken Away from the feel and flow of life for so many

he who grips, slip on life fades fatality I seen the same shit you seen in the 70's And you can blame shit on me, but nigga never Beat the flow of a

I was boss ha? On the real, wanna hear it from the Sauce ha? You like the way I do it? I just gotta spit I got flow doughs hoes and a lot of hits MC

you sound so funny?" They must be talkin' 'bout my funky nasal vocal money I take control, no need to blow my nose Just click on the chumpy and feel the funky flows

Larry Johnson Tony Montana blow, creamy white Havana Joe's Old Suzanna hoe, pussy sweet, banana flow David Banner, gamma ray shots, beast will marinate Bones splitted fatal

came with A crew called self, and everybody looked just like me And we agreed that we dope fool We got flavor and everyone knows who's the saviour Cause everyone knows, everyone knows Everyone knows I got flow

right ow fuck signing a deal cause im C.E.O. of that notorious label so anything I drop Is ganraunteed to be fatal like a chinese made AK47 friday night

Nas is coming) The Golden Child chop that ass up, you was holdin' out Let the streets be the court and corners hold the trial Fatal not fictitious I