scratch and pull hair [Verse 5 - Brother Ali] I hustle hard for the love of god My life has been the biggest struggle for the bloody start I knuckle up and throw the hands
sewing machines and Jesus When the shadows of the barrel pointing out my point camarro I get punished like Pharrow for splittin' You're better off singing Christmas carols for Christmas
the floor And get to steppin Hey, kill all the talk Get on the floor And get to steppin [Verse 2:] Won't you get up out that corner Throw ya hands
[Verse 1:] Guess who rolled up? Big S with the D rolled up Girls jockin so the G's loc up, know what, Santa ain't playin that stuff See, Santa steady
and catch me if you can, catch me if you can I be in that vroom vroom, try and catch me if you can (Verse 2) I hand out dick like Christmas gifts One
with my chrome, Feelin' hype from these rockets burning like straightenin' in the cones, Stay at the streets, bullshit and plans to beef, Spray at your peeps for christmas
Hymn em like sewing machines and jesus When the shadows of the barrel pointing out my (? ) camarro I get punished like (? ) for splittin' You're better off singing christmas carols for christmas
ask about me Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey [Verse 1 - Cassidy
, Feelin' hype from these rockets burning like straightenin' in the cones, Stay at the streets, bullshit and plans to beef, Spray at your peeps for christmas
your seatbelts ] [live bootleg. a live version is also available on the fan club ] [christmas cd 1998. ] - john petrucci I've got my hands out
late with my chrome Feelin' hype from these rockets burning Like straightenin' in the cones Stay at the streets, bullshit and plans to beef Spray at your peeps for Christmas
another Christmas You play Risk when you dealin with the New Jeruz two blitz Without the use of two clips, niggaz styles still be fluid (still) The cat, darer with the terror off hands
's how he doin' it That's how she doin' it Whodi that ain't nothing I see how yall doin' it [Verse 1: Silkk, Master P] Clap your hands doors come up (
I be the prophet; my hands, top it, stop it Fly like rocky when I rock it Lock it down with this perverse verse Every f**kin curse a burst of hurt Move
his hat to the left side Wasn't in a gang but he was known to bang Now he's doin' his thang, doin' his thang (Verse 2) Truthfully I have trouble with second verses
my rear? Can't you hear? What's the matter? Get your hands off the platter We're standin outside on a crowded block" I felt her hands goin down
look nigga Or they like to be on these streets nigga Nigga we thuggin cause we gotta eat out'chea where I'm from Ca$hville, gangsters nigga [Verse One
But see, fame is a drug and you wild on E Celebrities decorated like Christmas trees Got complex like they want a Christmas Eve Sing a song to yourself