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 s**t '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*****s 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 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 fu***n' hands on
To leave y'all coward ni***z bloody like a tampon

Evening, is the time of day
(Yo, E Nicks where you at n***a?)
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 f**k 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 n***a affidavit
And next to God, I'm most ni***z 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**k it, I probably got, more guns than police

Ni***z say I'm too hard, them ni***z too soft
Straight p***y, I heard they suck d**k 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 ni***z, spit game at hoes
Come down with a bounce and a strange-a** 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

And your boss even know, that y'all ni***z 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 fu***n' 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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Come Thru Lyrics

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