C-murder - Christmas in the ghetto lyrics

Verse 1: C-Murder Christmas in the ghetto just ain't worth sh** Tell Santa Claus he better watch his back I guess I get the same f**in 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 3 keys 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 motherf**in 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 $ fix He showed me the money Then I went for my stash Got the dope fiend's a 50 dollar bag The man said "Freeze ! " and my mouth just dropped The stupid a** n***a was an undercover cop Yea I was mad But I didn't want to run Staring 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 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 hell is the street Cause the place I'm from Santa don't leave gifts In my house Santa only shop lifts Holidays in the hood ain't no motherf**ing joke When people all around you is starving and broke Cause if you're 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... 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 are waitin 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 2 : Master P This Christmas ain't it I didn't hit a lick 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've never seen a reindear 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 N I ain't payin for the gas cause you know I ain't actin 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 down clothes for the new year The rich drink champagne, the poor drink beer No christmas cards, just a letters and a "rent late" My little brother wanted a bike, he got skates Now I don't give a damn 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 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 Hopin to have a better f**ing new year Dope fiends selling TV's and sweaters bro But I ain't trippin cause it's Christmas in the ghetto