text: Have yourself a merry little Christmas
  Let your heart be light
  Big Poppa, throwing niggas off of cliffs, smoking spliffs
  Disappear with my bitch in a Mitsubishi Eclipse
  Read my lips, I kill you
  Bloodll spill too, did I say thank you
  I grant you three wishes cause I be the genie
  Niggas is assed out like fat bitches in bikinis
  Read between the lines see what I see
  I see the diary of a sick bastard
  Junior Mafia blaster, Rugers on the hips
  Bought coke to flip chips, bought slugs to fill clips
  Flipping coke in corner store bodegas
  In the back room playing Sega, Street Fighter II
  Im inviting you, bring your writing crew and they dopest rhymes
  I get up in that ass every time
  Lyrically Im untouchable, uncrushable
  Getting mad blunted in the 600 Benz
  Ask your friends whos the illest
  Licking shots, niggas screaming Biggie Smalls tried to kill us
  It dont stop, it dont stop
  Watch the hit, nigga
  It dont stop, it dont stop
  Watch the hit, nigga
  Junior M.A.F.I.A, representing Bucktown
  Mac-11 cocked back, niggas better duck down
  Faced-Down, you know the routine the cream
  Earrings, you know the drama, Biggie bring
  Lets get it on nigga
  Lets get it on nigga
  Have yourself a merry little Christmas
  Let your heart be light
  Next year all our troubles
  Will be out of sight