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Vanity 'Early In The Morning'
Evening is the of day
I nothing much to say
Don't what to do but I come to

Here's why they call me the
I'm half live, half dead and when there's beef, I bring all of the
And I got guns than most of New York
And I ain't got to say shit 'cause the toasters'll

Holiday Styles, nigga
Three pound, four pound, still off your ligament, nigga
I'm the hardest rapper, out bitches a nigga
And like anybody who beef, can in the river
When I walk through the door, all the shiver

like, "He's so gangsta, y'all so pussy"
I murder faggots so y'all don't push me
All I know is goin' hell, blowin' a shell
I got down so hard, I thought no one'd

But I was wrong
I hold it down like my gone
I anything, I get my fuckin' hands on
To leave y'all coward bloody like a tampon

Fare's 'Early In The Morning'
Evening is the of day
I find nothing to say
Don't know what to do but I to

Yo, E Nicks, where you at, Uhh, uhh, yo
I'm sick and of rappers talkin' 'bout all this chedder
And when you see them in the got a bullshit Jetta
I'm like dog stop frontin', you shouldn't be

And why the fuck you got if you push a Volkswagen?
I spit vicious, let my account switch digits
And if money was height, be midgets, I spit hard, save it
(Go on nigga)
Sinner affadavit and next to God, I'm most niggaz mom favorite

Y'all talk gangsta but you the mob
And I could bring you to the and get, both of you robbed
You see, I live in the streets, I sleep in the
Fuck it, I probably got more guns than

Niggaz say I'm too hard, them too soft
Straight pussy, I heard they suck up north
And it so foul, so hold your breath
And you probably still real, a gangsta left

Vanity Fare's In The Morning'
Evening is the of day
I nothing much to say
know what to do but I come to

All I can say, this the game I
For this European car and name brand clothes
Get respect from these niggaz, game at hoes
Come down with a bounce and a ass flow

I got bigger than I thought I would, I did shit that I I could
Act 'cause I fought that good
Them blocks is mine, I that hood
They I squeeze, smoke trees and blow bodies

And your boss even that y'all niggazs can get it
Have y'all skeleton cracked and some holes in fitted
Have your body up in six different lakes
And you ain't safe right in front of the Jakes

They call me Stan Still 'cause I fuckin' just stand
And most of y'all niggaz run, plus your will
Folded up in a corner, a van still
And your hoes can get it then your mans

Vanity Fare's In The Morning'
is the time of day
I find nothing to say
Don't know to do but I come to