N.O.R.E., Styles P - Come Thru lyrics

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 niggas
Bloody like a tampon

Yo e Nicks where you at nigga? Uhh, uhh, yo
I'm sick and tired of rappers talkin 'bout
All this chedder
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 digit's
And if money was height - you'd be midgets
(go on nigga)
I spit hard save it, sinner nigga affadavit
And next to God, I'm most niggas 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
Niggas say I'm too hard, them niggas 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


All I can say this the game I chose
For this European car and
These name brand clothes
Get respect from these niggas
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 niggazs 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 buck and 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