The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire)-Music Box Angels

Alright now, here we go" Tell me, how many real motherf**kers feel me? I smoke a blunt and freak the funk until these jealous motherf**kers kill me I'm out the gutter, pick a hero I'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competion's zero Cause I could give a f**k about you, better duck Or I'll be forced to hit yo a** up I give a f**k I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me? It's gonna take an army full of crooked a** cops to come and get me Niggaz know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresser Word to God I've been ready to die since I was born I don't want no sh*t but niggaz trip and yo it's on Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry Better have on a vest aim for the chest and then you buried It's a man's world, niggaz get played, another stray Hope I live to see another day, hey I'm getting sweated by these undercovers, who can I trust? Got my mama stressin thinkin it's a drug bust Gotta get paid but all the drama that's attached We living a Drug Life, Thug Life, each day could be my last Will I blast when it's time to shoot? Don't even ask That's the consequences when ya livin, fast Six bricks of tricks, for my niggaz, I gotta come up and recoup, you keep the d**e just bring me six figures Is it a bust? I hear the sirens, run for cover over the fence and open fire "Alright now, here we go" These motherf**kers on my a** I'm in traffic, will it be tragic? I'm comin round the corner like I'm Magic Doin ninety on the freeway, and hittin switches In a high speed chase with these punk b**ches Don't turn around I ain't givin up, cause they don't worry me P**sy a** b**ches better bury me Runnin outta gas time to park it, I'm on foot We in the hood, how the f**k they gon catch a crook? Haha I got away cause I'm clever Went to my neighbors for a favor now you know players stick together I watch the scene from the rooftop, spittin loogies at the coppers that persue me, beotch! I be a hustler til it's over, motherf**ker Open fire on you bustas "Alright now, here we go" Don't try to follow me, I'm headed outta state I gotta pay my f**kin bills, so I'm transportin weight Change my plates, pick up my ni**a, and now we rollin Droppin keys like they stolen, hehe Tell me who do you fear? I'm outta town until the coast is clear Enough d**e to last a year They got me running from the police, nowhere to go With the lights out, rollin down a dirt road But I ain't goin alive, I'd rather die than be a convict I'd rather fire on my target I hit the corner doing ninety, ahhhh sh*t! Them b**ches right behind me They take a shot and hit my f**kin tires Now, jump out the car then I open fire, sucka! Hahahaha, Thug Life!