engine Runnin' then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard Same boss this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas Reminisce about the time my Mom couldn't spend Christmas
I be the street sweeper, nigga Quick to leave your whole block shook an' shot at From fuckin' round with the Midack Eleven, twenty-four, act 47 Fuck
like a motherfuckin gift for Christmas My verbs and nouns shatter walls of underground Let me be blunt: I like crackin brews with bitches The ninety-four
W-S The sun, rises in the East, but it sets in the West No gold teeth, you gets a wreath So hand me the goodies, stockin mask, no hoodies Christmas day
being four years old I'm missing the Days when I was with everyone I knew just around the Christmas tree Now there's so many people and so many place
that night, things were never the same Each holiday now knew the other one's name And though that one Christmas things got out of hand I'm still rather
night, things were never the same. Each holiday now knew the other one's name. And though that one Christmas things got out of hand, I'm still rather
, grenades and the G-Unit wit me And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hittin' What's in my hand? A tan 'bout a hundred and sixty Hollow tips, four
Hey, Dave, 'twas the night before Christmas we'll go! Hi, boys, here I go! 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature
It's like takin' the bus With a Cadillac parked in the driveway Or a thousand miles down a dirt road When there's a new four-lane highway It's like blowin' off Christmas
be a carpenter by trade We met four years ago on a job site Said he'd just turned 29 on Christmas Day Jimmy always had a hammer in his hand I can
carving apart kids in they apartment/ And You can?t see me from this angle/ True But the torch on my arm will show you what a four alarm blaze will do
SOUND RIGHT REASONING OF MALACHI YORK Only speak to me if I allow you to talk 'cause y'all ain't never learn that you crawl before walk My four-pound
a peaceful winterland One day there came four boys, walking hand in hand The boys were just walking not knowing where to go It was already Christmas
boys, an also Eightball, understand I gotta plan, to get me some green, I stay in cruise like control, but bustaz fold like a bad poker hand, now watch
Brooklyn Zu] Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'm inflicting this It's that G type slang that makes this real sickening Ignite my styles I got my hand
fa-la-la-la-la Christmas, ho ho ho This ain't no fa-la-la-la-la Christmas, ho ho ho No fa-la-la-la-la Christmas, Merry Christmas, ho ho ho What the
bring what you can swim with that's the end of it At 10:40 digit I want y'all back with the shit Terrific we can sit sippin' Crystal Christmas Bricks