Come Thru

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

Holla they styles, ignorant ****

Trade pound for a pound

Still tearin' off your ligament, ****

I'm the hardest rapper out, bitches diggin' the ****

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' though hell

Blowin' the 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 the coward **** bloody like a tampon

(Evening is the time of day)

(I find nothing much to say)

(Don't know what to do)

(But I come through)

I 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'

??? shouldn't be braggin'

And why the fuck you got rims if push the Volkswagen

I spit vicious, let my bank account switch digits

And if money was height, you'd be midgets

I spit ??????, send a **** affidavit

And next to God, I'm most ****' ma favorite

That's all gangsta, but you noticed the ???

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 prolly got more guns than police

**** say I'm too hard, them **** too soft

Straight pussy, I heard they sucked dick up north

And it ain't so fire 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 through)

All I can say, this the game I chose

For this European car, and these name brand clothes

Get respect from these ****, spit game at hoes

Come down with a bounce in the 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 was mine, I bought that hood

They know I squeeze, smoke trees, and blow bodies

And your boss even know

That your **** could get it

How you skeleton crack, that's the holes that you fit in

Have your body chopped up in six different lengths

And you ain't even safe right in front of the digs

They call me stand still

'Cause I fuckin' just stand still

Most of y'all **** just run, plus your man's real

Pullin' up in the corner, behind the van still

And your hoes can get it, and your man's will

(Evening is the time of day)

(I find nothing much to say)

(Don't know what to do)

(But I come through)