ywas the night before x-mas hood style
 

it twas the night before x-mas in the hood,
not a gangster was stirring not even a hookers blouse.
The kids where sleepin and dreaming of 9 mms and their hos.
but then a sudden bump could it be him.
yes it is the jollyfull pimp,
I crouched behind the lamp and watched as he came in with his pimp limp.
he came from their and fro and touched my secret stash of weed,
before he could sniff or even take a blow I grabed for my gun and this mofo was about to be thrown,
I checked the clip and listened for his show,
i emptied the clip for he was slow even tho he was done this bitch had to be put in a ditch,
so now the storie goes before u touch someones stash on x-mas eve u better be prepared to take the full reciept. :nono:

this was okay... but ye could elevate this a bit/////

Good idea, but kinda went off the orignal poem structure a bit after the third line.