Слова:
Flowers From The Man Who Shot Your Cousin

Shaolin This is Shaolin, this is Shaolin, this is Shaolin Shaolin, Shaolin Get away from there, shit Yeah, oh shit, fresh from the lands of Shaolin, nigga Check this shit out man

lyrical gift Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop

as cousins As we climbed the chart with who the fuck want what My hood to your hood, we showed the world crew love Who wanna play with that Roc-A-team

stop jokin, I ain't know that You from Hempstead? Yo man, my family from Hempstead, the Heights Man Yeah Word up, come on man Oh, what? Hundred Terrace

to tell a bitch that me and Mr. is cousins You know, suckas Thanks to you, he had to die But you only shot back 'cause you were scared and was high

Yeah, dedicated to you and yours O.C. phenomenon Here goes a little somethin' for you and your mans Dedicated to you and yours, from me and my fam Living

tent when I'm comin' to your town Black man, the rental, God, the pistol Yah, if you don't want a burn from glock Then beware, I buck shots, we move

sing Man appointed rap king make the 'phone sing I'm Biz Mark, the microphone king-er Down to wreck your body, super-educated like swinger of a rap, make your

the chance to shoot back at who shot at you Nigga, you'll be dead before you reach the hospital Lookin at you layin there with blood comin out your nostrils