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On the first day of Chri-biip-mas my true love said to me?

Jimmy, are you listening?
What?
You can't say Chri-biip-mas.
Why not?
You can say biiiip
letters
Written by my true love's hand

[Go and bring them to me sister
Read them o'er for me tonight
I have often tried but I could not
For the tears that
you work harder or less

(Young Chris)
Just give it all to my daughter wit death
Until then love me
Cee and Neef baby give us a second
Stand tall when
In the morning when the moon is at it's rest,
You will see me at the time I love the best
Watching rainbows play on sunlight;
Pools of water iced
since his first song came out
Oh, she loves Alan Jackson
Makes me want to cuss

(Ha!) Oh, he hates Alan Jackson

Think I'll blow up his bus

Yeah,
Someday
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
This one goes to my man old dirty, one love we be swigging brew
Trigger too, even Nas I be digging too
Let's see whose left Mobb Deep, oh yeah Meth
understand a fuckin word he says
Grandpa Jougenson?
Oh I know Grandpa Jourgenson
Yeah, ya'll might know him by other things
Punk ass muthafucka
Hypo Luxa,
on the map
Y'nahI'msayin?

I know you love it, the game is so irresistible to touch
You should see me when fienin' for microphones that I can clutch
want to thank my man Baby Chris, you know what I mean? 
Helped me put this Mr. Smith...Mr.Smith album together 
Make it hot, know I'm sayin'? 

Thank
Hop
Really not impressed
Maybe just my love died
Sober, still above high
Slugs fly, eyes up, dry but still a thug cries
I cry til I can't cry no
Hop
Really not impressed
Maybe just my love died
Sober, still above high
Slugs fly, eyes up, dry but still a thug cries
I cry til I can't cry no
with me
What you talking about you can't spit this game like me
Some of y'all suckers need to fall in love
And stay there and quit trying to be
passes by
Every time he says "Hello" my heart begins to fly

CHORUS
(I'm in heaven) I get carried away
I dream of him and me and how it's gonna be
you shot me 
You need to spread love not war
'Cause you won't feel safe
Comin out your crib, knowin that we got beef
You should spread love not war
to move
We a mob for real
You an example

(Chorus)
You should spread love not war
Cause my shit is poppin
And I'd be god damned if you shot me 
You
Division and NOFX (what?)
Let's dissect this album called “Nevermind”
Produced by Butch Vig of Garbage not Sublime
Butch toured with U2, who wrote a song
No surrender, no retreat, park the whip, hop out on feet.
Me and her brother jug together, he bet not get in my business.
This shit serious, if you
You better off not saying nothing
Them boys they a handful
Then I hit ‘em with the Hotline
Chris Breezy with the dance moves
Mo-G with the dance
the not
[SM]
Control the block, watch his name bubble like a soda pop
(PD)
When he drop

(Chorus 4X)

[Puffy ad-libs throughout chorus]
Sauce Money
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
way

So many things we said,so many false statements about me against my manger Chris.
Sometimes I just feel like giving up.
Like I was nothing
they askin' what happened to you

Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him
But he also got a rightous 'cause for sinnin'
Them a murder me so
And he's on the grind
Please let me know if he's on your mind
And respect you'll give me
Ludacris I live loud just like Timmy
Fuck, have to clear these