This Christmas - Boosie Badazz

This Christmas

I’ma send this out to my niggas locked up

My niggas in Hunts, my niggas in DC, out in Angola

My niggas in the fed joint

(Won't be like the others)

I know you’re prayin', nigga, straight up

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

They just gave lil' Bobby 40 'fore Christmas time (Damn, Bobby)

Brought his baby mama to tears right 'fore Christmas time

And it’s niggas 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 niggas 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?)

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

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 niggas on side me ain’t even believe in Christmas (Oh Lord)

So I light me a stick, get on the phone, talk to my bitch

Then I go jump in the shower and play with my dick

Push-ups when I jump out that bitch

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 bitch 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 fuckin' with niggas who we wanna shoot up

Come on her hard, no one smoother and cooler

Chains on my neck like I got me a jeweler

Big old respect, talkin' Telly and Boosie

And my thug nigga hauled off and loose it

This shit fucked up

This Christmas won’t be like the others (This for my niggas doin' 20 and 30

years and shit, ain’t got no outdate)

Bells’ll still be ringin', children still be singin' (Free BG, niggas in Angola,

C-Murder)

But it won’t be the same at all (Niggas in San Quentin)

'Cause I done let my people down (Free Tooly, nigga, niggas in the feds,

free Flava)

Prison walls, they closin' in (Kentucky, free Craig, niggas in Texas)

Try my best to shed no tears (Niggas down the road)

But they fall when holidays get here, this Christmas (All my niggas down the

road, nigga, yeah)

Hold your head, nigga

Don’t get a visit, he ready to crash

Hold your head, nigga

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