Lyrics:
and did an album with No I.D.
And ain't came back since
Now we the best in the city, I rep for the city
That's about the time that you left for the city
Oh yeah,
And you know I rep my city
My, my, my city
You know I rep my city
My, my, my city
You know I rep my city
My, my, my city
You know I
that it's Christmas?
Lights in the city shine so pretty
But people are just rushin' by
Take some time, just be kind
Don't you know that it's
the hell you think we livin?
How you think it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving
People want to know why I ain't on my brother's
your daughter rooms
Shoutout to the fatherless dudes
I got no auto tune
I gotta turn my album in high noon
Who do you talk to?
When the phone too busy
for each man (Damn)
Then I scrapped that, 2 albums are now shelved
A personal hell completely composed by myself (Mmm)
But this one's workin', dropped
Christmas
Spread your love all around
Don't you know that it's Christmas
Lights in the city shine so pretty
But people are just rushing by
Take some
think it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving
People wanna know why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did this whole rap game be
these niggas from the gitty up
Y'all give me sixteen yo I'll tear this whole city up
And niggas don't believe then tell em put fifty up
All bets is
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
Mary's Christmas baby
Mary's Christmas baby
Mary's Christmas baby
Is God's own Son
You see the star from the East came to the West
To show
limits in my City full steam we coming at you
Gone missing
Fresh New's we learn'd in the business
It's win or lose why you playing for statistics
Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all black
It's Christmas 2000 and 1, bitch we was all that
Strongest on the block, nobody could budge
And then
or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City
Niggaz with masks on, vests and all
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
the album, typical
Bitch my wrist is gold
I'm Ibaka on the pick-and-roll
I make sure the bricks step in
I push the envelope
and by ear
And then she'd find the ancient album,
With its pages turned gold
And the crayon-colored paper star
I made so long ago
But brighter than any
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violater the album
Go, go, go!!
[l boogie]
This is for my mob and my thug niggas
Ruff ryder bug niggas, def jam website
Right within your heart
City sidewalks, busy sidewalks
Dressed in holiday style
In the air there's a feeling of Christmas
Children laughing, people
minutes ago
I had to do it haha, yeah
It's Christmas time in the city y'all
Yeah, it's Christmas time in the city y'all
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