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Come Thru
作詞:Mike Leander, V Santiago, Eddie Seago, D Styles
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 ain't 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
Evening, is the time of day (Yo, E Nicks where you at nigga?) I find, nothing much to say Don't know, what to do (Uhh, uhh, yo) But I come to
I'm sick and tired of rappers talkin' 'bout, all this cheddar 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 affidavit 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 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
Evening, is the time of day I find, nothing much to say Don't know, what to do But I come to
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 niggaz 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
Evening, is the time of day I find, nothing much to say Don't know, what to do But I come to
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