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 Mitsubishi Eclipse
Read my lips, I kill you
Bloodll 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 II
Im inviting you, bring your writing crew and they dopest rhymes
I get up in that ass every time
Lyrically Im untouchable, uncrushable
Getting mad blunted in the 600 Benz
Ask your friends whos the illest
Licking shots, niggas screaming Biggie Smalls tried to kill us
It dont stop, it dont stop
Watch the hit, nigga
It dont stop, it dont stop
Watch the hit, nigga
Junior M.A.F.I.A, representing Bucktown
Mac-11 cocked back, niggas 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