trees that are in the wood, The holly bears the crown [Refrain:] O, the rising of the sun, And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ
back ya ass up nigga, cause the 5th gon flame While you at it, move ya eyes off my wall street chain They say we movin like an organized street gang
of the organ, Sweet singing in the choir. The holly bears a prickle As sharp as any thorn, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ On Christmas Day in the morn
pinky rings, big rounders with tools, bossin' wild crews slacks, overlaps, applejack hats quarterfield coats Cadillacs with white walls and chrome wheel spokes they were organized
two's, boss of wild crews Slacks overlapsed, apple jack hats, quarter field coats Cadillacs wit white walls and chrome wheel spokes They was organizing
skeleton, and my organ. The candles in my kettle all burn hellishly, hellish hell. And the laughter, un-ending echoes through the haunted house, a little Christmas
fullies increasin my ki' movings Soakin game from Baby watchin old mob movies Two all gold clips, go with this platinum uzi To keep you bitches losin 'round Christmas
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to walk butt naked through forty miles of snow Worked in the coal mine twenty two hours a day for just half a cent Had to sell my internal organs just
running of the deer The playing of the merry organ Sweet singing in the choir The holly bears a prickle As sharp as any thorn And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ On Christmas
had them heaters ready to flame on [E-40] We like to mob, M.O.B. my organization of business, y'all Fuck with me and I route you'll never see another Christmas
running of the deer The playing of the merry organ, sweet singing in the choir The holly bears a prickle as sharp as any thorn And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ on Christmas
I sit A skeleton at my organ The candles in my candelabra burning hellishly, hellish hell And the laughter unending echoes through the haunted house A little Christmas
the merry organ Sweet singing in the choir Sweet singing in the choir The holly bears a prickle As sharp as any thorn And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ On Christmas
Of all the trees That are in the wood, The holly wears the crown Chorus: O the rising of the sun The running of the deer The playing of the merry organ
Happened poor Jesus christ, got caught up in the woods: O, the rising of the sun, And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing
BEEN LIVIN IN THE STREETS KEEP IT MOVIN YOU DONT WANNA GET IT GOIN WITH ME I CAN GET YOUR WHOLE FAMILY WIPED OUT FOR LESS THAN A G THE OG STANDS FOR ORGANIZED