[Cappadonna:] Aiyo, I grab flows and throw 'em with a twist of the wrist I throw one inside your house like a Christmas gift I'm the reason why these
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
You had an organ, it was in the basement, your momma used to go down and play. You had an organ, it was in the basement, we'd stay down there all day
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
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
organ broken. So the priest and organist began composing a song that could be sung without an organ, yet beautiful enough to express their Christmas
oh what a Christmas feel Daddy play the organ and we'll all sing Silent Night We'll have a good old country Christmas alright A good old country Christmas
church with a fate and tackle store next door and not much MORE So the two moved to New York, made babies raised on what they SAW Christmas morning smelled
die, motherfucker, die! Apache on a ship shape, in Bristol fashion Snuck a jammy through the red tape and tiptoed past him Worm teeth grinding feverishly below As little organic
get on his feet again and breathe again Tossed the keys to a Benz, it's yo shit, he was a made man Part of a mafia organization who got [Hook] Money
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
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
are shackled to the populators. gluttony, I.V. money, pumps disinformation captors caught for bait to catch another casualty of christmas. guaranteed
(David Crosby) [Instrumental Intro. (Electric Guitar and Organ)] Almost cut my hair Happened just the other day It's gettin' kind of long I could've
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
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
Translation: Christmas carols. With bells and organ sound.