S.T.W.N.C.W.B (Christmas Special)

[Intro: Sample]
Sticks and stones, they might break your bones
But the nine-millimeter, it will bore your dome
I'm talkin' about the toe-taggin'
Huh, the body-baggin'
Man, niggas are dyin', huh, mommas are cryin'
Talkin' about the toe-taggin'
Huh, the body-baggin'
Man, niggas are-huh, mommas are cryin'

[Verse 1]
I recall the first time I seen the snowfall
Pray to God this shit won't stop until the road gone
I hope the snow will snow for so long
To cover all the blood and bodies on the cemetery I'm on
Crime scene, all white. Yellow tape, all white
It's wild and all you need is some debt to lose your life
Cause in my neighborhood every single snow angel
Is just the outline of a struggle of a dying stranger
And they die

[Verse 2]
My nose is dashing through the snow
Rudolph the red nosed reindeer with a fat stack and a pack full of blow
We smoking gas...until we choke
With the 5-0 out in Tokyo

You've done it many times under supervision and this time you're going to do it alone

Toking gas hash dabs where the fuck my cash at
I'm planning to strap a gas tank and shot up like a tampax
Gun cocked and I clean that ho
It's my block and I mean that though
Got a new whip with a fresh fade
My bitch do what Sharkeisha do

[Verse 3]
Paper Platoon....
I said I'm SPARK MASTER TAPE
With a big bag And a boombox
Boom-stick, with a gang
2 clique, 2 shots
Who's got, Who got boombox
I got two 9's in my tube socks
I come Tina for that tuna
Hit that tuna with a smile
Leave my wrist shit at the crib
Cause I'll be gone for a while

[Verse 4]
I recall the last time I seen the snowfall
Pray to God this shit would stop until this rouge call
Been hoping for the sun for so long
My shells and hopes is hollow
And all my friends dead and gone
I'd rather rob and mob, steal and kill
There ain't no jobs or hobbies
While you probably own a 'rari
We lining in precinct lobbies
I recall these scars hardly
Hollywood stars party
While we baking soda
They smiling it for the paparazzi