Come Thru

Evening, is the time of day

I find, nothing much to say

Don't know, what to do.. but I come to

Here's why they call me the ghost - I'm half live half dead

And when there's beef I bring all of the toast

And I got more guns than most of New York

And I aint got to say shit cause the toasters'll talk

Holiday Styles ignorant nigga

Tre pound four pound still tearin off your ligament nigga

I'm the hardest rapper out bitches diggin a nigga

And like anybody who beef can swim in the river

When I walk through the door all the children'll shiver

It's like, "He's so gangsta - y'all so pussy"

I murder y'all faggots so y'all don't push me

All I know is goin through hell, blowin a shell

I got, down so hard I thought no one'd tell

But I was damn wrong, I hold it down like my man's gone

I shoot anything I get my fuckin hands on

to leave y'all coward niggaz bloody like a tampon

Yo.. E Nicks where you at nigga?

Uhh, uhh, yo

I'm sick and tired of rappers talkin 'bout, all this chedder

And when you see them in the streets got a bullshit Jetta

I'm like dog stop frontin, you shouldn't be braggin

And why the fuck you got rims if you push a Volkswagen?

I spit vicious, let my bank account switch digits

And if money was height - you'd be midgets (go on nigga)

I spit hard save it, sinner nigga affadavit

And next to God, I'm most niggaz mom favorite

Y'all talk gangsta but you notice the mob

And I could bring you to the hood and get, both of you robbed

You see I live in the streets, I sleep in the streets

Fuck it - I probably got, more guns than police

Niggaz say I'm too hard, them niggaz too soft

Straight pussy, I heard they suck dick up North

And it ain't so foul so, hold your breath

And you probably still real just a gangsta left

All I can say this the game I chose

For this European car and these name brand clothes

Get respect from these niggaz, spit game at hoes

Come down with a bounce and a strange-ass flow

I got bigger than I thought I would

I did shit that I thought I could

Act rowdy cause I fought that good

Them blocks is mine I bought that hood

They know I squeeze, smoke trees, and blow bo-dies

And your boss even know, that y'all niggazs can get it

Have y'all skeleton CRACKED, and some holes in your fitted

Have your body chopped up, in six different lakes

And you ain't even safe right in front of the Jakes

They call me Stan Still, cause I fuckin just stand still

And most of y'all niggazs run, plus your mans will

Folded up in a corner, behind a van still

And your hoes can get it, then your mans will

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