Tru - Christmas in the Ghetto lyrics

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it's christmas in the ghetto

fa la la la la la la la

it's christmas in the ghetto

fa la la la la la la la

dealers bakin, fiends are waitin

fa la la la la la la la

it's christmas in the ghetto

fa la la la la la la la

christmas in the ghetto just ain't worth shit

tell santa claus he can suck my dick

I guess I get the same fucking thing I got last year

sittin in a bird dog drinking beer

I don't have a job, no food, no fun

but I got the dope, 3 ki's and a gun

so I tell the fiends to me on the block

open up shop and start sellin rocks

I'm making big dollars off these motherfucking fools

if they wanna jack, then the money's in my shoes

now here comes a dope fiend begging for a hit

saying can I please get a 50 dollar fix

he showed me the money, then I went for my stash

got the motherfucker a big 50 dollar bag

the man said freeze and my mouth just dropped

the stupid ass nigga was an undercover cop

yea I was mad, but I didn't want to run

starring me in the face was a big black gun

now it's christmas eve and I'm locked behind bars

sitting in a cell looking up at the stairs

reminiscing about my kids with tears in my eyes

thinking to myself I just want to die

living in a house with no food, no heat

it may be cold but hell 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 motherfucking joke

when people all around you is starving and broke

cause if you black and poor, it's hell

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


this christmas ain't it, I ain't got shit

waiting on santa is like waiting on a bitch

now I'm going to the mall to get the fresh gear

I'm from the projects, I've 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 I'm jackin

nine I be payin for the gas cause you know I ain't actin

some say I'm the grinch cause I don't play

how could he do this fucking shit 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 saying the rent late

my little brother wanted a bike, he got skates

now I don't give a damn, fuck 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 god damn soup lines

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

hoping to have a better fucking New Year

dope fiends selling t.v.'s and sweaters bro

but I ain't tripping cause it's christmas in the ghetto

yea, merry motherfucking christmas

this EA-Ski and The Real Untouchables

enjoy your motherfucking christmas you broke bitch

cause christmas will never be the same in our black neighborhood

so I'm saying outie 5-motherfucking-thousand

and we out of this bitch

oh,oh,oh yes

all you broke motherfucking rappers out there

making all these tapes

you broke bitch you can't buy a god damn thing this christmas

cause you done sold out you cunt

yo man hold up (what?)

what about the 3 days of christmas

oh, okay man, i forgot, let's do this shit

C cut the music off

on the first day of christmas a dope fiend brought to me

a t.v. and a bitch from up the street

on the second day of christmas a dope fiend brought to me

2 VCR's and a t.v. and a bitch from up the street

on the third day of christmas a dope fiend brought to me

3 stolen rings, 2 VCR's, and a t.v. and bitch from up the street

ha ha ha ha, shit I lived to to see another christmas

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