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master p - christmas in da ghetto كلمات الأغنية

[chorus]
it’s a christmas in the ghetto
fa la la la la la la la la la
it’s a christmas in the ghetto
fa la la la la la la la
dealers bakin’, fiends awaitin’
fa la la la la la la la la la
it’s christmas in the ghetto
fa la la la la la la la

[verse 1: c-murder]
christmas in the ghetto just ain’t worth sh-t
tell santa claus he can suck my d-ck
i guess i get the same f-ckin’ thing i got last year
sittin’ in a bird dog drinkin beer
i don’t have a job, no food, no fun
but i got the dope, three keys, and a gun
so i tell the fiends to meet me on the block
open up shop and start sellin’ rocks
i’m makin’ big dollars off these motherf-ckin’ fools
if they wanna jack, then the money’s in my shoes
now here comes a dope fiend begging for a hit
sayin’, “can i please get a fifty dollar fix?”
he showed me the money then i went for my stash
got the motherf-cka a big fifty dollar bag
the man said “freeze!” and my mouth just dropped
the stupid -ss n-gga was an undercover cop
yeah, i was mad, but i didn’t want to run
starin’ me in the face was a big black gun
now it’s christmas eve and i’m locked behind bars
sittin’ in a cell looking up at the stars
reminiscin’ about my kids with tears in my eyes
thinkin’ to myself, i just want to die
livin’ in a house with no food, no heat
it may be cold, but h-ll is the street
cause the place i’m from, santa don’t leave gifts
in my house, santa only shoplifts
holidays in the hood ain’t no motherf-ckin’ joke
when people all around you is starving and broke
cause if you black and poor, it’s h-ll
you only hear gunshots, you never hear bells
so if you got a way out then go
cause it ain’t no fun with christmas in the ghetto

[verse 2: master p]
this christmas ain’t it, i ain’t got sh-t
waiting on santa is like waiting on a trick
now i’m going to the mall to get the fresh gear
i’m from the projects, i never seen a reindeer
stick em up, stick em up, boom!
now you’re doomed, i guess my present will be you
now you know that i’m jackin’
nah, i ain’t payin for the gas cause you know i ain’t actin
some say i’m the grinch cause you know that i don’t play
some say , “how can you do this on a holiday?”
cause when i look i see reflections of me
kids in the ghetto never had a christmas tree
hand-me-down clothes for the new year
the rich drink champagne, the poor drink beer
no christmas cards, just a letter sayin’ the rent’s late
my little brother wanted a bike, he got skates
now i don’t give a d-mn
forget uncle sam
i thank god for the turkey
last year we had spam
looked out the window, what do i see?
dope dealers running from the police
welfare cuts was the last line
sent many people to the godd-mn soup line
homeless people with no shoes on they feet
in and out of cans trying to find something to eat
i reminisce to the people that ain’t here
hopin’ to have a better f-cking new year
dope fiends selling tv’s and sweaters, bro
but i ain’t trippin’ cause it’s christmas in the ghetto

- master p

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