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C-A, 212 C. Yeah. Chain Gang, all you. Uh-huh, uh. Yeah. One of them Christmas gangster songs, Man. Yo, niggas want war, we gon' ride on The enemy. Do you like Saint Nick? Slide to your chimney. Fuck who you is, dawg, 'cause you ain't kin To me. Flynn and Flynn Music and 212 C. Niggas want war, we gon' ride on the enemy. Do you like Saint Nick? Slide to your chimney. Fuck who you is, dawg, 'cause you ain't kin To me. Flynn and Flynn Music and 212 C. I know a lotta niggas run in the hood. Run in the hood. Armed with guns, up to No good. Yeah. Creep like Saint Nick sellin' them Goods. And got guns that'll knock a tree out Of the woods, uh. Every day is like the Christmas holiday. Give you a gift from my nine or my AK. And nobody wanna see you with a lot Of wealth. A So I stay on the low Like a keeper elf. Keeper Everybody know life ain't fuckin' fair. So I gotta stay high as a reindeer. And every man gotta respect the murder laws. Or get out and be gray like Santa Claus. Everybody nowadays gotta wear a vest. Why? Or a drive-by could be the cause of Your death, man. Chain Gang forever, baby. Chain Gang forever, baby. Uh-huh. Yo, niggas want war, we gon' ride on The enemy. Do you like Saint Nick? Slide to your chimney. Fuck who you is, dawg, 'cause you ain't kin To me. Flynn and Flynn Music and 212 C. Niggas want war, we gon' ride on the enemy. Do you like Saint Nick? Slide to your chimney. Fuck who you is, dawg, 'cause you ain't kin To me. Flynn and Flynn Music and 212 C. I'm dreamin'--of a white Christmas. Yeah. But if it's black, then the Grinch is Back, uh. And everybody know that I'm a young Soul. But my heart stay cold as the North Pole. Santa Claus gotta come around with the gat. Or the fiends'll rob him for his knapsack. 'Cause they say that he don't like naughty boys. Naughty 'Cause they toys make a whole lotta noise. Christmas only come once a year. So prepare for the day that he gets here. And the beat, niggas drop like leaves. 'Cause they get lit up just like Christmas trees. Family always get together, no matter the beef or The damn weather. So have a merry Christmas to Everyone 'cause bein' alone is no fun. Merry Christmas, man. From 212 C and Flynn and Flynn Music, Man. Everybody, man. Yeah, uh. Merry Christmas, niggas. Y'all, man. 212 C. Yeah. Chain Gang forever, baby