Tis the Season (feat. Nature & Good Money) Song Lyrics

[Doap Nixon:]
Most of you rapper are lame, this game's pussy
And I'm off my twist so don't push me
I think it's time to get knee-deep in this conflict
So sit when a dawg spit or live where Saddam is
Don't make me plant this foot right in ya ass fucka
And make you clean it off like we ate at The Last Supper
From being known to QB, more realer then Kool G
European joint with two speeds
The times betta then Breitling
I stack off the strip money
Splurge all the change from writin'
I stay in the day cause tomorrow seems frightenin'
Got two nieces, one smart, other one dykin'
My lil nephew gotta hands, so now he writin'
My lil cousin tryna spit, so now he bitin'
Uh, ain't bout shit, cause we keepin' it street
Lead will stick to ya rib, tis the season to eat

[Hook x2: Good Money]
Tis the season, the season, all four seasons
Hear Nature callin', Doap got 'em leanin'
Paper all the time, Good Money what they screamin'