, my mom's said it from the start That I would always be the reason blood flowing... All through the soil and up in those trees First day of kindergarten shoe
door, dropped your brief and your beeper Your wife is getting down with all your housekeepers You was mesmerised, how could you be surprised? Only gave it to her Christmas
Who you say was dope again? Ay ay, it ain't nobody fuckin with us, nobody fuckin with us [Crooked I] I'm the present and the future Like Christmas in
one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventh Hey Biggie, I understand you're from Brooklyn With 22's in your shoes, yo keep the shank ready
problems, please trust girl, I will solve them. Fo' Fives cats, I revolve 'em, now it's hell up in Harlem. This for midwest, down south, dirty dirty, Bitches catch up, tie your shoes
no problems, please trust, girl, I will solve them 4 5, yes, I revolve 'em, now it's hell up in Harlem This for that Midwest, Down South, dirty, dirty Bitches catch up, tie your shoes
snow Jumping right into my jaws From their rabbit holes Take one home and set him down Right next to you shoes Wake up to a big surprise My gift to you And christmas
other day, I tried to be A hero but it wasn't the side of me Or maybe it just wasn't the time to be But if the shoe had to fit then I would be Ahead
of no way I was the oldest, so I had to be, the daddy of the family Momma had to work three jobs, oooh Feet stickin through my shoes, skid marks in my
So many people With nothing to do Hundreds of buildings That block out my view Watched by a tramp With a hole in his shoe Standing alone On the corner
skies are red As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe
Some stars for your shoes But Santa only brought me the blues Those brightly packaged Tinsel covered Christmas blues Old Santa may have brought you Some stars for your shoes
Is it worth it A new winter coat and shoes for the wife And a bicycle on the boy's birthday It's just a rumour that was spread around town By the women
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and found same old story same oul town oh I go out for a walk to see if there's news the rain on the path leaking into me shoes an i do talk to meself
i won't have to use (my fists) (Verse 1) It started 1990 a young star was born. Life wasn't sweet had no carmel corn. hand me down shoes and old garments
They're praying on bended knees In their beds and on the dirty streets Lights are out on all the Christmas trees Feels like everyone's about to freeze
Santa Claus?] [Bob: There's nothing wrong with Santa Claus, but...] [Anything Muppet #1: Don't you like Christmas?] [Bob: Oh, I love Christmas.