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in soho
New stick never run outta ammo

I shoot up his coup
I chuck the deuce
Rung his lil neck then hang him by a noose
Got some new timbs I had blood

a bozo (bozo)
Hit Charlie Bird for some drinks out in SoHo (SoHo)
I'm the star bitch
You just a co-ho (co-ho)
Black Movida 130 boots
(yea mm)

ooooh ooooh ooooh oooooh
chorus
Tree are you ready to bear fruit
Have you taken time to 
Kneel in prayer – dig deep 
To seek JESUS for the HOLY

she from soho
Beef over bitches nah never a no no
Beef bouta bitch now he bleeding dats rojo
I chop a brick like i work in a dojo
Dat bitch on dick

Four door
Ima need some from the Walmart 
Gotta a lot of time but i don't though 
Came up on a vibe up in soho 
I seen the run from her nose 
Valley

Like the girl from a ribcage
She was conned by its tongue
When the worm should've got stomped

Up in my intercostal space
I can feel where you're

She was standing there by the broken tree
Her hands were all twisted she was pointing at me
I was damned by the light coming out of her eyes
She

under 
Feel the magic 
Maybe voodoo 
I can't tell the difference 

Lost in tha shadows
Hang by tha gallows 
The devil he told me to wait 
Summon

Sittin on some 24s
Dippin off on new chrome
Big body with the shotti 12 gauge in the trunk
You know it's probably cream on inside clean on outside fasho

P

Tyler, the Creator

The OF Tape, Vol. 2

2012

Okay, welcome to my 12 bar
The beat, wears it like a kevlar
As I smoke my tree, medlar, South African
Coughing 'til there's pains in my fucking

floating in the S.E., now let's see
Half of y'all niggas built your vine from my stress tree
Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than adobo
Stay militant

never seen shots fired
Nope, quiet

The Cincinnati fitted made me a marked man
By the Parma blocks and 12 sittin' inside that parked van
Pacin'

black tee, Ball in his black tee
It ain't just me pimping we all got a black tee

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
And I got a 1-2 Bun
Got 36 O's for the 2-1

Santa Claus Goes Straight to the Ghetto

Snoop Dogg

Christmas on Death Row

1996

It's 12.30 AM, Christmas Eve
I'm out with the gangstas and thieves
Celebratin', postin' up with eggnog [head up up] in my cup
[Put Rudolph

White Gurl

E-40

My Ghetto Report Card

2006

Bundle in the bushes, chopper up in the tree
AK'll light up your chest like E.T.

[E-40] White girl (x4)

(?White girl" continues to repeat x12 in

away
Uh tryna get by me uh but you stay slimy
UH y'all thought I was cappin in May
I put all your heads in dismay
WOAH you don't even know THOUGH why

Everyday we on mission
You gotta' stay dedicated
B*!$% we made it
Whip 2 clean I can't park it outside
Her @$$ 2 fat it can't fit in my ride
She like SoHo

really believe
That she's above the creatures that work the dirt and the streets
See her up in the tree, looking down at you and me
Like she's chosen over

Louisiana the Bayou State they got voodoo
in the cities and the home of the Saints
I'm from that Red Stick city capital of the boot
Baton Rouge
my

This house needs a cat to kick
Instead of poor old me
A dog to boot, a fox to shoot
And swing by tail from tree

This house needs a voodoo doll

Money on My Mind

E-40

The Block Brochure: Welcome to the Soil, Pt. 4

you wish for karma's a bitch
They shot him at 5 but he died at six
I'd rather be judged by 12 than to be carried by 6
What kind of ammo did they use?

You already know know I've been flying solo
Might fly you out to soho, who knows though

I'm your king baby you're my queen
Drop it low baby in them

me sayin where the thots is I got bookoo[00:38.01]She bad so the bag she bring in be by the bookoo[00:41.72]It's crazy the hate my name bring in be by

pottery frogs
And teddy beaars dressed in cammo fatigues
The Hitler poster by the Christmas tree
Save me, Tipper
They're blasting Bon Jovi at me
At me