DOT COM
Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2007 3:47 pm
Changein it up for Illest Lyrics
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I never had shit in this world I'm still tryin to get what I never had
You prolly think id be sellin crack, but man all your Decembers was never bad (XMAS)
That's why I'm quick to let the shotti spit, never thought up, kids was brought up on Gotti shit, Involved in no politics, it was something they didn't want us with
And the cold was a bitch, every Christmas, Coal wadn't what the Naughty get
NOTHING was what he'd prolly get, Packin so much heat you thought he sweat,
And at an early age, stretching your girl out like a pilate stretch
It takes a lot of understanding to understand how my Daddy left me Alone, standing
My momma even thinking bout Pole dancing, man I got it worse then the Joad family
No man put out his hand to feed me, I'm telling u my story man and u actin like U cant believe me, Why else you see me on them streets cocking back the hammer freely?
Shit, I'll still be grabbin at them Keys till the man will free me
Now I'm standing on the curb, broke, puffin on some Herb Smoke
It's twenty degrees on these streets and I aint got on a Fur Coat
My veins is numb, Talkin to fiends who waitin for they cocaine to come
Or with dudes who will pull out they thangs and bang out ya brains with guns
When the danger come, You see me like Fuck the Holidays! I got the beretta Son
Chedda aint neva come, Merry Christmas motherfucker! Hope next year a better one!
holidays??
Check it
I never had shit in this world I'm still tryin to get what I never had
You prolly think id be sellin crack, but man all your Decembers was never bad (XMAS)
That's why I'm quick to let the shotti spit, never thought up, kids was brought up on Gotti shit, Involved in no politics, it was something they didn't want us with
And the cold was a bitch, every Christmas, Coal wadn't what the Naughty get
NOTHING was what he'd prolly get, Packin so much heat you thought he sweat,
And at an early age, stretching your girl out like a pilate stretch
It takes a lot of understanding to understand how my Daddy left me Alone, standing
My momma even thinking bout Pole dancing, man I got it worse then the Joad family
No man put out his hand to feed me, I'm telling u my story man and u actin like U cant believe me, Why else you see me on them streets cocking back the hammer freely?
Shit, I'll still be grabbin at them Keys till the man will free me
Now I'm standing on the curb, broke, puffin on some Herb Smoke
It's twenty degrees on these streets and I aint got on a Fur Coat
My veins is numb, Talkin to fiends who waitin for they cocaine to come
Or with dudes who will pull out they thangs and bang out ya brains with guns
When the danger come, You see me like Fuck the Holidays! I got the beretta Son
Chedda aint neva come, Merry Christmas motherfucker! Hope next year a better one!
holidays??