[Chorus: Vanity Fare's "Early in the Morning"]
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Evening, is the time of day
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I find, nothing much to say
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Don't know, what to do.. but I come to
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[Styles]
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Here's why they call me the ghost - I'm half live half dead
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And when there's beef I bring all of the toast
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And I got more guns than most of New York
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And I aint got to say shit cause the toasters'll talk
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Holiday Styles ignorant nigga
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Tre pound four pound still tearin off your ligament nigga
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I'm the hardest rapper out bitches diggin a nigga
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And like anybody who beef can swim in the river
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When I walk through the door all the children'll shiver
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It's like, "He's so gangsta - y'all so pussy"
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I murder y'all faggots so y'all don't push me
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All I know is goin through hell, blowin a shell
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I got, down so hard I thought no one'd tell
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But I was damn wrong, I hold it down like my man's gone
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I shoot anything I get my fuckin hands on
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to leave y'all coward niggaz bloody like a tampon
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[Chorus]
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[Noreaga]
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Yo.. E Nicks where you at nigga?
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Uhh, uhh, yo
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I'm sick and tired of rappers talkin 'bout, all this chedder
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And when you see them in the streets got a bullshit Jetta
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I'm like dog stop frontin, you shouldn't be braggin
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And why the fuck you got rims if you push a Volkswagen?
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I spit vicious, let my bank account switch digits
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And if money was height - you'd be midgets (go on nigga)
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I spit hard save it, sinner nigga affadavit
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And next to God, I'm most niggaz mom favorite
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Y'all talk gangsta but you notice the mob
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And I could bring you to the hood and get, both of you robbed
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You see I live in the streets, I sleep in the streets
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Fuck it - I probably got, more guns than police
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Niggaz say I'm too hard, them niggaz too soft
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Straight pussy, I heard they suck dick up North
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And it ain't so foul so, hold your breath
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And you probably still real just a gangsta left
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[Chorus]
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[Styles]
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All I can say this the game I chose
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For this European car and these name brand clothes
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Get respect from these niggaz, spit game at hoes
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Come down with a bounce and a strange-ass flow
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I got bigger than I thought I would
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I did shit that I thought I could
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Act rowdy cause I fought that good
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Them blocks is mine I bought that hood
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They know I squeeze, smoke trees, and blow bo-dies
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[Noreaga]
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And your boss even know, that y'all niggazs can get it
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Have y'all skeleton CRACKED, and some holes in your fitted
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Have your body chopped up, in six different lakes
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And you ain't even safe right in front of the Jakes
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They call me Stan Still, cause I fuckin just stand still
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And most of y'all niggazs run, plus your mans will
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Folded up in a corner, behind a van still
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And your hoes can get it, then your mans will
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[Chorus]
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Come Thru
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N.O.R.E. |