Santa Joe

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bukshot] Every legend has a story and beginning of it There's always string-pulling when you have to deal with puppets A cold Christmas Eve night out in Mobville Where snitching rats are getting chopped up like a saw mill There was a vicious crime-ring of killers don't you know The leader of these mobsters, they called him Santa Joe Cigar hangin' out his mouth and some black Locs G'd up skull-face with the red coat Grey beard wrapped around his neck like a snake Between you and mе though I think it might be fake Doesn't rеally matter right now, looks are not important I need to tell the story right so facts don't get distorted He was at war with the rival and his whole crew Bet Santa Joe carries power just like Goku Pray to God that you don't end up on his bad side I'll tell you more but right now jump on in this sleigh ride [Chorus: Bukshot] Let's do some M.O.B. shit the night before Christmas (Christmas) Grab a pad and pen, and make a wish-list (make a wish-list) Don't matter if it's personal or business (or business) Scratching names off of Santa Joe's hit list (hit list) Time to bomb shit (bomb shit), shoot to kill and rob cliques (rob cliques) Do some M.O.B. shit (M.O.B. shit, M.O.B. shit) Call a M.O.B. hit then shake 'em like some convicts (convicts) Do some M.O.B. shit (M.O.B. shit, M.O.B. shit) [Verse 2: Bukshot] The war was on and popping Both sides dumping, bodies dropping Cemetery gates unlock 'em 'Bout to fill with coffins Joe was in the hearse, windows down and rockets launching Till a lucky bull done struck the target, rocked his noggin Cracked the Jason mask, it was a blood bath Losing blood fast, weirdos always bust back Joe was on his feet and dumping like a S.W.A.T. truck Sending bitches to the funerals like Potluck He was spraying bullets at the lowered El Camino But he's not Superman, he's taking hits like Al Pacino Kill 'em all, in his head this is what they get For crossing bosses in the mob and showing disrespect One after one watch these motherfuckers fall (fall) Leave' 'em dead in the snow was their final call (call) Little did he know that loss of blood would take its toll (toll) Full of holes in the cold laid Santa Joe [Chorus: Bukshot] Let's do some M.O.B. shit the night before Christmas (Christmas) Grab a pad and pen, and make a wish-list (make a wish-list) Don't matter if it's personal or business (or business) Scratching names off of Santa Joe's hit list (hit list) Time to bomb shit (bomb shit), shoot to kill and rob cliques (rob cliques) Do some M.O.B. shit (M.O.B. shit, M.O.B. shit) Call a M.O.B. hit then shake 'em like some convicts (convicts) Do some M.O.B. shit (M.O.B. shit, M.O.B. shit) [Verse 3: Bukshot] Joe's eyes opened up, he's in an ambulance He tried to move around but noticed handcuffs on his hands Looked up and saw two paramedics, two cops, holding Glocks cocked He knows just where he's headed First the hospital cause they gotta patch his holes up The next stop will be the county in the holdup It was Christmas so he wouldn't get a court date For at least a month cause murder was his forte One of the cops made a joke about how they finally caught him Santa Joe was on the list for years and now they got him All of a sudden shots rang out full of hot lead Blood splattered everywhere, both cops dead Saw the driver of the EMS crack a grin It was his brother Smoking Joe with the MAC-10 He shot the paramedics too, can't leave a witness M.O.B. shit is business, even when it's Christmas [Chorus: Bukshot] Let's do some M.O.B. shit the night before Christmas (Christmas) Grab a pad and pen, and make a wish-list (make a wish-list) Don't matter if it's personal or business (or business) Scratching names off of Santa Joe's hit list (hit list) Time to bomb shit (bomb shit), shoot to kill and rob cliques (rob cliques) Do some M.O.B. shit (M.O.B. shit, M.O.B. shit) Call a M.O.B. hit then shake 'em like some convicts (convicts) Do some M.O.B. shit (M.O.B. shit, M.O.B. shit) Let's do some M.O.B. shit the night before Christmas (Christmas) Grab a pad and pen, and make a wish-list (make a wish-list) Don't matter if it's personal or business (or business) Scratching names off of Santa Joe's hit list (hit list) Time to bomb shit (bomb shit), shoot to kill and rob cliques (rob cliques) Do some M.O.B. shit (M.O.B. shit, M.O.B. shit) Call a M.O.B. hit then shake 'em like some convicts (convicts) Do some M.O.B. shit (M.O.B. shit, M.O.B. shit)