else just me and you In our magic solitude Tears descend Tears descend She?s sixteen moving into one direction, one emotion Now she?s seventeen She?s a fatal
repandant sur le ciment Vise les recalcitrants fuyant criant comme cyman, ce crew man fait si mal, C?est six hommes et six balles, (tu le sais) Range ton six coups, apprecie le flow
: (feat. Fatal Hussein) [Girl:] I mean what? People going crazy over this? [Tupac: talking] It don't stop Keep goin' It don't stop Keep goin' [Verse
If you a bad boy then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the rob me Put another contract on Mobb Deep [Hussein Fatal
for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves for chumps tryin to stop my flow And what they
on you I've seen you wandering baby, up and down my street Trying to explain that love is pain to all the people you meet Searching for that imperious, mysterious femme fatale
golden to your shoes You're really, really, really, really, really, really, real, yeah Yeah real girl Oh, femme fatal with fur Na-na-na-na-na... Let's flow
: How can a woman tell when love is gone From love that merely sleeps but deep inside Has still the root the stem and flower grow on And so dreams not
older Ooh, until she herself Became just as fatal As was her garden And so you run toward What you know is wrong There are too many flowers To cut down
They some dictionary rappers, they just spittin' the norm You supposed to know the La Costra Nostra flow I did it, cause I lived it, you can quote the flow
to the perplexed Man take this tip, I'm gonna win I'll put it all on hydrogen 'Cause our lives have gotten tied To people we should untangle It's all at a fatal
my darling From the river in the pines. It was early in the morning In Wisconsin's dreary clime When he rode the fatal rapids For that last and fatal
: [Recorded June 1989. Never before released] Born by womb untouched by man Or a horny mortal man's error Flower power prophet of one Spelled dog in
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal! Twin one and two my man Milk! My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew! Y'all know how we flow And I'm a drop it like this y'all [
shit We don't want niggas to ever win, see everybody got a label Everybody's a rapper but few flow fatal It's fucked up it all started from two turntables
is coming..") [Nas] 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
things you couldn't do Suffer inside, everyday living a lie Cleansed by those feelings you try to deny Everything comes falling Like tears flow from
: [Music: Flynn / Demmel, Lyrics: Flynn / Duce / Demmel] Can you hear their cries? Nowhere can the children run to hide Crimson rivers Flow down the
