Boosie BadAzz - This Christmas lyrics

[Intro] This Christmas I'ma send this out to my n***as locked up My n***as in Hunts, my n***as in DC, out in Angola My n***as in the fed joint (Won't be like the others) I know you're prayin', n***a, straight up [Chorus] This Christmas won't be like the others (Won't be like the others) Bells'll still be ringin', children still be singin' (Songs) But it won't be the same at all (Why?) 'Cause I done let my people down Prison walls, they closin' in (In) Try my best to shed no tears (None) But they fall when holidays get here, this Christmas [Verse 1] They just gave lil' Bobby 40 'fore Christmas time (Damn, Bobby) Brought his baby mama to tears right 'fore Christmas time And it's n***as on the street, they barely pick up the line His dawg who ridin' with him for real, he fightin' a dime This the life and times Don't get a visit, he ready to fight, G a crash dummy (Real crash) And he got some n***as gon' listen to him, who'll crash for him Last year he was ballin', know he the name all them hoes was callin' for Got his time, now they doggin' woe, he sleep on 'signment so We both look out the window as the Christmas carol jingle (Man) Holiday spirits got us freakin', wanna mingle (What up, girl?), and tangle (Tangle) It's Christmas time, so girl don't be no stranger God like this was what you get for bein' a gangster (Gangster) (That's cold, you heard me?) [Chorus] This Christmas won't be like the others (Won't be like the others) Bells'll still be ringin', children still be singin' (Songs) But it won't be the same at all (Won't be the same at all) 'Cause I done let my people down Prison walls, they closin' in (In) Try my best to shed no tears (Man) But they fall when holidays get here, this Christmas [Verse 2] It got some people ain't gon' get much for Christmas, huh It got some people ain't gon' get nothin' for Christmas, Lord I miss my kids, I need the weed for Christmas (I need the weed for Christmas) Two n***as on side me ain't even believe in Christmas (Oh Lord) So I light me a stick, get on the phone, talk to my b**h Then I go jump in the shower and play with my dick Push-ups when I jump out that b**h After that, go chop it up with the clique I got the tooly, you know it's gon' hit Yeah, I got the tooly, you know it's gon' hit But I'd rather a b**h who taste just like a tuna Open the mail, it's a letter from Ruger We both on a body, they say he my shooter I'm tellin' them how these lil' hoes They been runnin' and f**in' with n***as who we wanna shoot up Come on her hard, no one smoother and cooler Chains on my neck like I got me a j**eler Big old respect, talkin' Telly and Boosie And my thug n***a hauled off and loose it This sh** f**ed up [Chorus] This Christmas won't be like the others (This for my n***as doin' 20 and 30 years and sh**, ain't got no outdate) Bells'll still be ringin', children still be singin' (Free BG, n***as in Angola, C-Murder) But it won't be the same at all (n***as in San Quentin) 'Cause I done let my people down (Free Tooly, n***a, n***as in the feds, free Flava) Prison walls, they closin' in (Kentucky, free Craig, n***as in Texas) Try my best to shed no tears (n***as down the road) But they fall when holidays get here, this Christmas (All my n***as down the road, n***a, yeah) [Outro] Hold your head, n***a Don't get a visit, he ready to crash Hold your head, n***a Work on your case if you go to the bed Savage Holidays (Hold your head, Lil Titan) You gotta stay strong on them holidays, for real