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1:caris pettatori
2:cari spettatori
3:ladies and gentlemen
1:amitshi del variete
2:amici del varieta'
3:cabaret lovers
1:caror lissimo publiku
over on the white hot sand
Here he come with some for me
Freshly taken from banana tree
(1,2,3,4)
Banana man me want a tan
Give me double
I can see,
Try to find a Cadillac,
A Sixty-two or three.
Just something that won't worry us
To keep it on the road.
Sincerely, your beloved son,
Henry
shouted.....
(4) Blasphemy, blasphemy,
Blasphemy, blasphemy

(3) No blasphemer
He was no blasphemer
Went onto his own received him not,
Stripped of his garments,
read the road map
Flyin' down the interstate Mama's head in Daddy's lap.
Three blocks long and two lanes wide
Daddy had a Buick and Mama loved to ride
1, 2, 3, 4

Colorado passes by like writing on a wall
Headed eastward down to New Orleans
Dipping into Texas as the stars are fading out
There's
my disbelief 
And bathed me with her ever-smile. 
And with a howl across the sand 
I go escorted by a band of gentlemen in leather bound 
NO-ONE
more,
I leave footprints in fours, two for bi-peds, two more to break the door
Practically caress the utterings of crushed by drudgery brothers
will take ya niggas right above the hill
And everybody got the skill, one spliff
Two, three, four spliffs, and make ya ball out
Everybody call out, it's
-lane concrete river bridge between my place and town
On that hot-bed Farm to Market road they call 1291

I'm sayin' son you'll see me searchin', sizzlin' down
front, said he was abused by dignity

CHORUS #3:
Footprints runnin' cross the silver sand, steps goin' down into tatoo
Land
I met the sons of darkness
One 44, two 45's
3 loaded clips, 4 n****s roll, one n**** drives
500 Benz, 6 reasons why
This kid should die
We shootin' every mother f***er
and you're pissin' a fourth now
Got four ounces and three bottles of Jack
Two fifths in the back and everyone I'm with is strapped
Whatever happens
I
it, map it, we can score 

it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand 

by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my 

lyrics and two shotties
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out 
Four, five
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out 
Four, five
And when I was the age of three
I had all the maddest fishes swimmin' after me
And when I was the age of four
I was bustin' out shows with the rhymes
promise G 
 I'm not lying," then the hoe started crying 
 We hit the road me and my niggaz flying 
 to the crib in Jackson Heights, the nigga live three
I write might be about you, son they shook *
[*vocal interpolation of Mobb Deep - "Shook Ones Pt. II"]

(chorus with varations till fade)

[fan]
Oh..
understand what it means to be black?
I have my man the Notorious B.I.G in the back
I go by the name of the Puff Daddy
But check this shit out 
Four, five
This is all overseen by my man Will

[Chorus: Tre Williams]
As I walk through the shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they
This is all overseen by my man Will

[Chorus: Tre Williams]
As I walk through the shadow of death
I know that I ain't got much time left
And they
pissin' a 4th pound!
Got 4 ounces and 3 bottle's of Jack
2 fifth's in the back and everyone I'm with's strapped!
What ever happens, I'm chin checkin'
pissin' a 4th pound!
Got 4 ounces and 3 bottle's of Jack
2 fifth's in the back and everyone I'm with's strapped!
What ever happens, I'm chin checkin'
One 44, two 45's
3 loaded clips, 4 niggas roll, one nigga drives
500 benz, 6 reasons why
This kid should die
We shooting every motherfucker outside