Feliz Navidad The Heatmakerz, Joell Ortiz, & Fred the Godson (Ft. Jim Jones)

[Intro]
And now we're flyin' through the stars
I hope this night will last forever
Heatmakerz, crack music

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Uh, I be kickin' the realest, I could feel the shit comin' on
My man had a shootout, jump in the car while his gun was warm
Red carpets posin' in watches I spent a hunnid on
Backin' out in foreigns for every time that I got fronted on
Trips to the jeweler just to see my reflection
Twenty K in the club just to leave an impression
God bless Big and Pac but I'm ridin' wit' the hitters
In them foreign drop-tops, you know, survival of the littest, uh
Told Fred I don't be kickin' all the metaphors
But if I told you how low that I still could get it for
We could break it all down into that ready raw
Tell me the truth, what is you ready for?

[Chorus: Joell Ortiz]
Feliz Navidad got 'em out here with the drug dealers
Sippin' eggnog with the robbers and thug niggas
Sleddin' through these streets in these toys while they ice grill us
This Christmas I'm buyin' all my shooters new nine millas

[Pre-Verse: Fred the Godson]
It's Gordo!