Christmas In Da Ghetto Master P (Ft. C-Murder)

[Chorus]
It's a Christmas in the ghetto
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It's a Christmas in the ghetto
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Dealers bakin', fiends awaitin'
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It's Christmas in the ghetto
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[Verse 1: C-Murder]
Christmas in the ghetto just ain't worth shit
Tell Santa Claus he can suck my dick
I guess I get the same fuckin' 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, three keys, and a gun
So I tell the fiends to meet me on the block
Open up shop and start sellin' rocks
I'm makin' big dollars off these motherfuckin' fools
If they wanna jack, then the money's in my shoes
Now here comes a dope fiend begging for a hit
Sayin', "Can I please get a fifty dollar fix?"
He showed me the money then I went for my stash
Got the motherfucka a big fifty dollar bag
The man said "Freeze!" and my mouth just dropped
The stupid ass nigga was an undercover cop
Yeah, I was mad, but I didn't want to run
Starin' me in the face was a big black gun
Now it's Christmas Eve and I'm locked behind bars
Sittin' 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 shoplifts
Holidays in the hood ain't no motherfuckin' 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