Thinking Gifts

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light

Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs
Smoking spliffs disappear with my bitch in
A Mit'subishi Eclipse
Read my lips, I kill you
Blood'll spill too, did I say thank you
I grant you three wishes cause I be the genie
Niggas is assed out like
Fat bitches in bikinis
Read between the lines see what I see
I see the diary of a sick bastard
Junior Mafia blaster, Rugers on the hips
Bought coke to flip chips
Bought slugs to fill clips
Flipping coke in corner store bodegas
In the back room playing Sega
Street Fighter I I i'm inviting you
Bring your writing crew and
They dopest rhymes
I get up in that ass every time
Lyrically I'm untouchable, uncrushable
Getting mad blunted in the 600 Benz
Ask your friends who's the illest
Licking shots
Niggas screaming "Biggie Smalls tried
To kill us"

It don't stop, it don't stop
Watch the hit, nigga
It don't stop, it don't stop
Watch the hit, nigga

Junior MAFIA, representing Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked back, nigga's better duck down
Faced-Down, you know the routine the cream
Earrings, you know the drama, Biggie bring
Lets get it on nigga lets get it on nigga

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
Next year all our troubles
Will be out of sight