The Christmas Song

Lyrics

[Chorus] It's winter time, and we still cannot find a job We fill out applications but you treat us like we're slobs So we rob, and we steal We're just tryna get a meal Cuz it's Christmas time and we're broke again, broke again [Verse 1: David Banner] My baby's callin', she needs some warm shoes on her feet So give it now, or catch the fire when I'm bussin' the heat Man I tried to get a job, now it's back to the streets Man, gimme what I want, or I'm makin' you leak See, I met my first victim comin' out of the club And that motherfucker stuntin', comin' through on dubs He the local dope slanger, I ain't givin' a fuck He gone catch four slugs if that bitch don't duck We gone rob that hoe, get that cash Bust a motherfucker if he don't move fast We gone rob that hoe, get that cash Bust a motherfucker if he don't move fast [Marcus] Man, fuck that nigga, gimme mine Get the fuck down, bitch don't make a sound, hoe Or you won't see a next time Take off that chain, tryna shine Drop off that money, weed, and them crystals in this bag Or taste the tip of this missile Bitch, we ain't playin'! [Chorus] [Verse 2] No candle light, on Christmas night Just the sound of the block in a police fight Six years old, no Christmas clothes Daddy locked up, violating parole [David Banner] Fuck that shit, motherfucker, take em to war Santa Claus don't come if you don't got dough So I'm tryna get ya paper, 'fore I buss on ya, bitch My daughters crying, and you looking like a lick on Christmas [Chorus] [Verse 3: Marcus] Smoked out, locced out My baby crying, something bout her pain done spoke out I felt the same Hit the streets like I was James Evans Come back with something [?] with that .357 Don't ask no questions I been stressin', ain't no time to talk Don't fuck up this bid or blue steel from this [?] Rubber peel from the assault As I get away like Mobb Deep Didn't know he was clicked up, partners trailing behind me But fuck them niggas, I'm a rider, bitch I turned around Cock back and buss em, hmm I know that make a thunder sound This Smith is bound So respect the shit I breathe and claim And everything I get, you know my folk gone see the same Two to the brain and I'm bout higher than Neptune Step out the Chevy with that heat, bout to blow ya balloon 'Sho as the moon is full Marcus take another pull of the spliff Cock it back, I got a breast, bitch Watch as it open it [Chorus] [Bridge] What about the children? I hear them sing the blues Cuz they ain't got no Christmas toys, plus they need new shoes Makes me feel so sad sometimes Feel I'm gonna lose my mind Hopin' we don't fall behind The ghetto has no Christmas time Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way