Lyrics:
I think I saw ol' Santa through my window Christmas eve
My eyes were really droopy but I really do believe
It must've been ol' Santa 'cause I saw
simple to me make you speechless, my experience reflects on my lyrics
Surrounded by rats and snitches, preaching to be sleaziest creatures
Ain't a gangsta
Butch Cassidy, show 'em what we working with
[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
This gangsta shit is too much
Don't be suckas, can't touch
It's working in the LBC,
Lenox Square
I don't know about you, but I miss the Freaknik
'Cause that's where my city use to be real sick (come on)
People from other cities used
come fuck wit we tonight
Ay yo, dis one dedicated to the gyal dem wid
Di fat up and plump up
Disrespect you get shot up and tump up
Gangstas push up,
She married a B&O brakeman
That took and throwed her down,
Bellerin' like a prune-fed calf
With a big gang hanging round
And to that crowd,
She
nigga, you got yo ass kicked
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style
The way they talk, the way they walk,
we can be, be together real soon
I hope that we can be, be together real soon
(Real soon )
Just a little bit of game ain't a damn thang
Let the heat
My name is Donald White, you see,
I stand before you all.
I was judged by you a murderer
And the hangman's knot must fall.
I will die upon
Here we stand
Like an Adam and an Eve
Waterfalls
The Garden of Eden
Two fools in love
So beautiful and strong
The birds in the trees
Are
Gangstas in the street
But who's left to bleed
There can only be one G
I wake up every morning, in a house that was built by slaves
New rule, 40 and a mule
me
Watch out Gangstas in the street
But who’s left to bleed
There can only be one G
I wake up every morning, in a house that was built by slaves
New
mud off my shoe,
I'll be there, on Christmas eve, by a tree,
Driving home, I believe,
I'll be home with you on Christmas eve,
A year of rain fell
Supreme gangsta shit
We dream gangsta shit
[rain pouring] Yes [electric shock, beaker tingling]
Yes [knock on dorr]
Yeah what is it? [continual
I wake up fine and dandy, but then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
Now greetings to the world
Gangsta no live in a tenement yard
Rude boy no live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su,
Who's trying to be good
Yeah I find that things don't always
Turn out as they should
Why just last Christmas Eve she waited up
For Santa to drop by
to Halloween and New Year's Eve
Monotony was killing me approaching schizophrenia
I hit the hot spots every night and for the first time in my life
pray to me (me)
She playin' with my balls like it's tennis, like it's Wii (wee)
Rough like Eve (Ruff Ryder), snake lowkey (Gangsta)
Foreign bitch,
pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
We
Eve
The fallen ones encircle
Like the truest of ghouls
But know you not their instruments
Know you not their tools
Befuddled by false power
And what
can't live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watchin' got me chasin' dreams
I'm
the situation, they got me facin'
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watchin' got
dissin' me
Mom's grabbed me
And then she gets to kissin' me
She thanks the police for my good health
I don't know why
I coulda done that by my muthafuckin'
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