Styles P - Come Thru lyrics

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Styles P - Come Thru lyrics

[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 ain't got to say sh** cause the toasters'll talk Holiday Styles ignorant n***a Tre pound four pound still tearin off your ligament n***a I'm the hardest rapper out b**hes diggin a n***a 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**y" I murder y'all f*ggots 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 f**in hands on To leave y'all coward n***as bloody like a tampon [Chorus] [Noreaga] Yo.. E Nicks where you at n***a? 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 bullsh** Jetta I'm like dog stop frontin, you shouldn't be braggin And why the f** 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 n***a) I spit hard save it, sinner n***a affadavit And next to God, I'm most n***as 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 f** it - I probably got, more guns than police n***as say I'm too hard, them n***as too soft Straight p**y, I heard they s** 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 n***as, spit game at hoes Come down with a bounce and a strange-a** flow I got bigger than I thought I would I did sh** 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 n***azs 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 f**in just stand still And most of y'all n***azs 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]

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