You only got a few days more

To get the guns you want at the gun store

On the first day of christmas guess what santa bring for me

A glock a magnum & a rusty m 3

Rom pom pom pom we don't want no rom pom pom pom





Welcome to hell I let em burn

Momma told me don't play with them choppas I never learn

I hold the tube tight & firm I don't squirm

Killas hold court in the street court is ajerned

These niggas sleepin hope they keep it in they napsack

Watch me while I'm creepin leave em leakin like a flap jack

Hustle all day like we eatin on the last stack

We play with ak's boy you need to bring that mac back

Hand gun they don't want no hand gun

Tote a shotty with a bass drum

Say somethin I'm from where them niggas can't come

We die rich & young

We die handsome and

Me I never ran from another man son

I take alot a shots bitch nigga and one

So throw away them glocks

I hope they prayin for ya

You hear that chop now you sayin somethin





That's that rom pom pom pom we don't want no rom pom pom pom *





Murda she wrote nigga we loke

You can get smoked like brand new dope

Brand new scopes on old ass guns from brand new beef

If he play you cold you give him heat

Play that roll get in them streets

You pay that toll life ain't cheap

The streets is watchin

The streets can see what you can't see

You ain't safe you ain't free

You jus a target with teeth

Ya'll niggas don't hear me

Shoot him in the eye make the nigga see clearly

Now he only got one eye like the pyramid

Bitch I'm in the game like the beer man, hear me

They on my crash shootin down like a deer man

Down down baby goin down like airtran

Yeah & you don't wanna take it there man

Because I'm already there man

I'm sayin





You only got a few days more

To get the guns you want at the gun store

On the first day of christmas guess what santa bring for me

A glock a magnum & a rusty m 3

Rom pom pom pom we don't want no rom pom pom pom





Survival of the fittest it is well known there's no water like my city's

Some of us are killers some of them are jus swimmers

Niggas got choppas niggas got trimmers

Niggas got problems niggas got business

Niggas got children niggas got bitches

Bitches got bitches

I know bitches realer then you

Nigga I done seen keys bigger then you

Yeah nigga you ain't on shit

Cut off a nigga head make him suck his own dick

No he don't want that & he don't want this

I shoot a hundred times I be blind if I miss

You know I gotta put the dollar sign before the bitch

Every movie gotta end but I'm just stickin to the script

Addicted to the chips commited to my clique

Cash money mother fucker get the pistol to your lips





That's that rom pom pom pom we don't want no rom pom pom pom

You only got a few days more

To get the guns you want at the gun store

On the first day of christmas guess what santa bring for me

A glock a magnum & a rusty m 3

Rom pom pom pom we don't want no rom pom pom pom