[Chorus: Vanity Fare`s Early in the Morning]
Evening, is the time of day
I find, nothing much to say
Don`t know, what to do.. but I come to
[Styles]
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
[Chorus]
[Noreaga]
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
[Chorus]
[Styles]
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
[Noreaga]
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
[Chorus]
