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