Fantasma de Navidad Songtext
von Cookin’ Soul

Ya tenemos adornado el árbol de navidad
Para dar al invitado sorpresa y felicidad

When Nas made one love I was on the bench still
Mask on, contemplating a kill with one glove
In deep thought, paper bag cover my o.e
Heard they got long nickels slangin′ the four deep
Uh, Medina niggas, Gowanus and Park Slope
Mad heavy, cashmere low coats
Pumpin' at the joy spot, stepped to this fiend (yeah)
Served him from Queen, he had a nose like Floyd Pops


Armed him with a trey deuce, tell him to knock twice
Tell ′em you want two, show 'em your nice bike
The doorknob turned, somebody cracked it
Bernard walked in, I'm right behind him with the all black ratchet
Surprise bitches, welcome to Staten
The first nigga that flinched I blast him, the fiends laughing
Footlocker bags unwrapped raw, stacks on the table
The nigga I shot beginnin′ to crawl, he in his boxers

Seen the ounce on the plate with oxys, baggin′ up mad shake
Yo B, yo watch him, while I search the fridge, cabinets and the backroom
Half a brick in the grits box and the vacuum
Drugs is what we all about, cash and it's all around
Tell them niggas to get on they face and pat ′em down
I got the goods let's be out son, slingin′ of a nigga head
Word to everything they get out done
Let's kill them

Ven pana, que el que esta bueno, ven pana
Ven pana, que el que esta bueno, ven pana