all you hoe ass niggaz You niggaz claim to be down, we been doing this nigga We been out here sliding niggaz, we been out here doing boys Been out here
this bitch is trying to kick a hole through my speakas Get my gun then I open the trunk and said Get out the God damn trunk! (OK!) Get on the God damn
Have patience, Signora. CARLOTTA No-one will know if it is right or if it is wrong. No-one will care if it is right, or if it is wrong. CARLOTTA (mocking
me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is
smile, she married a music man. Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand. Jesus freaks out in the street selling tickets out for God. Turning
born fear, kill Em all full of tears? Is my mind playin tricks on me is that man in dat trench coat after me, I wake Up with my sheet soaked half a sleep
in me always with me tiny dancer in my hand Jesus freaks out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is
a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets to a player is the place to
't wanna live Yet I don't wanna die (die) And have God say 'you was about to do it, Joell why?' (why) Daddy, do you even care that yo boy is still alive
the O the H The is none greater The L the B the J the L Is here forever money so see me later Stash away plenty sheets of paper Shit is perfected and
there girl in your seat Feel the heat, count this page amongst your whitest sheets Comfort in my every word, slide under, countless sheep Hail Mary, Mother of God
music was like wind in your hair The moonlight caressed your silhouette Kiss of ocean mist is in the air Why must God punish me this way Happiness is
feel it in your hands Rub your ass all up on it cause you know that I want it God gave you beauty and you love to flaunt it Life is a song, you were
in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand Jesus freaks, out in the street Handing tickets out for God Turning back she just laughs The boulevard is
God that she may lie For ever with unopened eye, While the pale sheeted ghosts go by! My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep As it is lasting, so be