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it's christmas in the ghetto
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fa la la la la la la la
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it's christmas in the ghetto
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fa la la la la la la la
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dealers bakin fiends are waitin
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fa la la la la la la la
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it's christmas in the ghetto
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fa la la la la la la la
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christmas in the ghetto just ain't worth shit
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tell santa claus he can suck my dick
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I guess I get the same fucking thing I got last year
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sittin in a bird dog drinking beer
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I don't have a job, no food, no fun
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but I got the dope, 3 ki's and a gun
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so I tell the fiends to me on the block
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open up shop and start sellin rocks
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I'm making big dollars off these motherfucking fools
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if they wanna jack, then the money's in my shoes
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now here comes a dope fiend begging for a hit
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saying can I please get a 50 dollar fix
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he showed me the money, then I went for my stash
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got the motherfucker a big 50 dollar bag
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the man said freeze and my mouth just dropped
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the stupid ass nigga was an undercover cop
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yea I was mad, but I didn't want to run
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starring me in the face was a big black gun
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now it's christmas eve and I'm locked behind bars
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sitting in a cell looking up at the stairs
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reminiscing about my kids with tears in my eyes
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thinking to myself I just want to die
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living in a house with no food, no heat
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it may be cold but hell is the street
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cause the place I'm from Santa don't leave gifts
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in my house Santa only shoplifts
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holidays in the hood ain't no motherfucking joke
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when people all around you is starving and broke
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cause if you black and poor, it's hell
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you only hear gunshots, you never hear bells
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so if you got a way out then go
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cause it ain't no fun with christmas in the ghetto
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this christmas ain't it, I ain't got shit
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waiting on santa is like waiting on a bitch
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now I'm going to the mall to get the fresh gear
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I'm from the projects, I've never seen a reindeer
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stick em up, stick em up, boom
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now you're doomed, I guess my present will be you
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now you know I'm jackin
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nine I be payin for the gas cause you know I ain't actin
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some say I'm the grinch cause I don't play
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how could he do this fucking shit on a holiday
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cause when I look I see reflections of me
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kids in the ghetto never had a christmas tree
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hand-me-down clothes for the new year
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the rich drink champagne, the poor drink beer
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no christmas cards, just a letter saying the rent late
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my little brother wanted a bike, he got skates
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now I don't give a damn, fuck Uncle Sam
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I thank God for the turkey, last year we had Spam
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looked out the window, what do I see
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dope dealers running from the police
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welfare cuts was the last line
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sent many people to the god damn soup lines
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homeless people with no shoes on they feet
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in and out of cans trying to find something to eat
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I reminisce to the people that ain't here
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hoping to have a better fucking New Year
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dope fiends selling t.v.'s and sweaters bro
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but I ain't tripping cause it's christmas in the ghetto
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yea, merry motherfucking christmas
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this EA-Ski and The Real Untouchables
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enjoy your motherfucking christmas you broke bitch
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cause christmas will never be the same in our black neighborhood
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so I'm saying outie 5-motherfucking-thousand
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and we out of this bitch
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oh,oh,oh yes
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all you broke motherfucking rappers out there
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making all these tapes
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you broke bitch you can't buy a god damn thing this christmas
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cause you done sold out you cunt
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yo man hold up (what?)
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what about the 3 days of christmas
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oh, okay man, i forgot, let's do this shit
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C cut the music off
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on the first day of christmas a dope fiend brought to me
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a t.v. and a bitch from up the street
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on the second day of christmas a dope fiend brought to me
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2 VCR's and a t.v. and a bitch from up the street
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on the third day of christmas a dope fiend brought to me
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3 stolen rings, 2 VCR's, and a t.v. and bitch from up the street
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ha ha ha ha, shit I lived to to see another christmas
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Christmas In The Ghetto
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