This time, this time, making Christmas, making Christmas Making Christmas, making Christmas, making Christmas is so fine It's ours this time and won't
See the sun in the sky Always riding high At Christmas time down under It will be no surprise Temperature will rise At Christmas time down under This
barrel on this album if my man's and them rise Now speed it up, uh Run really make ya wanna drop, drop [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] Now hold up Run really make
song or pity sake The night before Christmas I cried with the cold I cried myself to sleep like a two year old And in the deep night I felt my mother rise
made So our thoughts are with you CHORUS You see yourself as a leader May my thoughts be with you If you try to divide and conquer We'll rise up against
dreams And I wake up on the floor clutching the bed-lamp And mama comes in, she screams "hey you been out with that tramp again last night You know
The Land Of Christmas (Mary) Written by: Carly Simon Take me into your hands Make me into your prayer Take me away to the land of Christmas And dismiss
And he closed his eyes And the morning sun finally started to rise And the dress he made on that endless night Was a dress that would make any soul take
(master p) Oh yea It's christmas time nigga Well muthafuckin merry christmas and new years nigga (ha,ha) Yall didn't think we was gonna do it again Hah
them rise [Method Man] Now speed it up, uh [Chorus 2X: Run] Run really make ya wanna drop, drop Now wanna make ya go live, live Now wanna make ya go
For long since, his family had passed away And Conrad had spent many a sad Christmas Day But he knew with the Lord as his Christmas Guest This Christmas
What the fuck! Every time I make a rhyme gain royalties When you come open the drawer beside the bed Find what's going on in her head Yeah! Let's try again
shoot, move on instinct Go In constant anxiety Go Like children on Christmas eve It's straight, straight, straight 6 straight days of working hard again
of them, slow, I keep my motionin' Eye on the prize I silence the wise, my lyrics make a scientist cry Making a secret society expose their purpose Making
known For long since his family had passed away And Conrad had spent many a sad Christmas day But he knew with the Lord as his Christmas guest This Christmas
if my man's and them rise [Method Man] Now speed it up, uh [Chorus 2X: Run] Run really make ya wanna drop, drop Now wanna make ya go live, live Now
JAMIE, celebrating his first Christmas with Catherine. JAMIE: First, a story. A little Christmas story. I call it "The Story of Schmuel, Tailor of Klimovich
cleans, enemies gettin' low So he spy enemies, gather fake shit, counterfeit Try to make a profit, still I crimes up for the rise To the market, so many
