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Killers The Don T Shoot Me Santa

Don't shoot me Santa Clause No one else around believes me But the children on the street they tease me I couldn't let them off that easy Believe me Santa, Santa

little thing you asked me to, and I can't believe the things I'm goin through, Don't shoot me Santa Claus When no one else around believes me The children

me) Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me) Nigga, you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask

like Santa Claus, I don't wanna be no fuckin' elf No kid left behind but he get the run-around Can't you motherfuckers see that they tryin' to dumb us down? Don't

Clare Hats tilted, wild niggas lickin shots in the air Me and Pop was there, through the years our names would switch Ain't nuttin changed but 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

tempauture , told them kids to enta tha 36, masta meth shiiit biohazaduas is pretentious, do it for tha chemically imbalanced , state ya business, pay me at tha door', ironman hear me raw , 12 inches Sure shot

money, I got the yayo Don't look in his eyes, use your automatic weapons Shoot in the crowd an' keep steppin' Read about it later, wrong nigga got hit Shot

teenagers, young gun slangers There ain't no love, there ain't nothin' but anger We don't go to church and can't pray in school Listen real close to