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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 s**t cause the toasters'll talk
Holiday Styles ignorant nigg*
Tre pound four pound still tearin off your ligament nigg*
I'm the hardest rapper out girls diggin a nigg*
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 p*ssy"
I murder y'all f*gg*ts 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 d*mn wrong, I hold it down like my man's gone
I shoot anything I get my fkin hands on
to leave y'all coward blood like a tampon
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Noreaga
Yo.. E Nicks where you at nigg*?
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 bulls**t Jetta
I'm like dog stop frontin, you shouldn't be braggin
And why the fk 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 nigg*)
I spit hard save it, sinner nigg* affadavit
And next to God, I'm most 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
fk it - I probably got, more guns than police
say I'm too hard, them too soft
Straight p*ssy, I heard they suck d*ck up North
And it ain't so foul so, hold your breath
And you probably still real just a gangsta left
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Styles
All I can say this the game I chose
For this European car and these name brand clothes
Get respect from these , spit game at hoes
Come down with a bounce and a strange-ass flow
I got bigger than I thought I would
I did s**t 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 s 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 fkin just stand still
And most of y'all s 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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