CHRISTMAS IN THE CARIBBEAN CHRISTMAS IN THE NORTHWEST CHRISTMAS IN THE TRENCHES CHRISTMAS IN VEGAS CHRISTMAS IN YOUR ARMS CHRISTMAS IS A-COMIN' CHRISTMAS IS COMING CHRISTMAS IS FOR CHILDREN (Cahn/Heusen) CHRISTMAS IS FOR CHILDREN (Vasta)
You know Bun B the business street soulja in the trenches Frontline comin' down on twenty four inches Dope boys hangin' on the corners and the benches Sayin' it's a drout so it's plenty of heat pinches Boy, used to come up from the rags to the riches ...
Another day in the trenches Fpo these sons of a bitches Well it don't seem right They'll keep me poor, while I keep them rich But I got my eye on the prize Gotta get to the weekend Gotta make it to Friday night Friday night yeaah come on!
'Cause I flew her out to get, she feel like it's Christmas [Verse 4: Qari and Supa Bwe] Dirty money when I do the dishes On the west side with the dirty Smithen She was blowin' kisses, 'cause I'm blowin' money I'm a Super Saiyan, nigga, goin' monkey ...
I decided I had to finish, but the media called me a menace I done sat with the mayor and politicians, I’m tryna change the image You can’t blame my past no more, I come from the trenches Some said I’d never be a superstar, but I know I’m different (no, no, no) ...
Rest in the trenches, holidays, shit was gettin' vicious Public housin', fuck Christmas, we ain't have no chimney This shit just hit me, broke my heart, Bangman keep on stealin' Promote the violence, but stay in school to all the children Rule number one, you [?] but trust these ...
The Amazon mogul will reportedly marry Lauren Sánchez in Aspen this Christmas, and the details will shock you. "There goes the loudest woman this town has ever seen." —"the last great american dynasty,"folklore "How'd we end up on the floor anyway?" —"Maroon,"Midnights ...
Fold hearts - the trenches are red Last deal - remember what's said Two of hearts in the dead man's hand The joker deals again Ace high - bent out of shape Ace low - you cannot escape There is nothing here that I need to save ...
this is the will of the gods! I, Caligvla am master of all... Anaal Nathrakh - "Forward!" Book keepers Butchers Ladies' men School teachers Kissed sweethearts A row of pansies Kids in the tree house Proud parents It'll all be over by Christmas Oh for one last Bowl of borscht Glass...
I’m from the North where they robbin’ and killin’ (woo, woo) Young n—a rich but I’m still from the trenches (woo) Luxury Tax, my water by G P-I-R-U, bi—, I bang what I bleed (ooh) I’m passin’ up pills, I’ma geek at the ‘Ville (yeah) ...