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Vanity Fare's 'Early In The Morning' 

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 

Three 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 

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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 niggaz bloody like a tampon 

Vanity Fare's 'Early In The Morning' 

Evening is the time of day 

I find nothing much to say 

Don't know what to do but I come to 

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' 

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And why the fuck 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, I spit hard, save it 

(Go on nigga) 

Sinner nigga affadavit and next to God, I'm most niggaz 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 

Niggaz say I'm too hard, them niggaz 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 

Vanity Fare's 'Early In The Morning' 

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 niggaz, 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 bodies 

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 fuckin' just stand still 

And most of y'all niggaz run, plus your mans will 

Folded up in a corner, behind a van still 

And your hoes can get it then your mans will 

Vanity Fare's 'Early In The Morning' 

Evening is the time of day 

I find nothing much to say 

Don't know what to do but I come to