Come Thru
N.O.R.E. Lyrics

Evening, is the time of day
The singer finds themselves unproductive during the evening

I find, nothing much to say
The singer doesn't have much to talk about during the evening

Don't know, what to do.. but I come to
Despite not having any plans or inspiration, the singer still goes out

Here's why they call me the ghost - I'm half live half dead
The artist is known as 'The Ghost' because they are both alive and dead in certain ways

And when there's beef I bring all of the toast
When there is a conflict, the artist comes fully prepared with weapons

And I got more guns than most of New York
The singer has an excessive amount of guns, even more than most people in New York City

And I aint got to say shit cause the toasters'll talk
The singer doesn't need to speak because their guns/ toasters will do the talking for them

Holiday Styles ignorant nigga
'Holiday Styles' is the artist's name and they are proud to be an ignorant person

Tre pound four pound still tearin off your ligament nigga
The artist can easily remove an opponent's ligaments with their weapon

I'm the hardest rapper out bitches diggin a nigga
The artist is a tough and desirable rapper, praised by women

And like anybody who beef can swim in the river
Anyone who has a problem with the singer can drown in the river

When I walk through the door all the children'll shiver
The artist is so intimidating that even children are afraid of them

It's like, "He's so gangsta - y'all so pussy"
The singer is very gangster compared to those who are weak and cowardly

I murder y'all faggots so y'all don't push me
The singer kills those who are irritating or challenging

All I know is goin through hell, blowin a shell
The singer has been through tough times and copes by shooting their gun

I got, down so hard I thought no one'd tell
The artist was involved in something scandalous and thought no one would find out

But I was damn wrong, I hold it down like my man's gone
Despite their mistake being exposed, the artist takes full responsibility like they would for their friend who is absent

I shoot anything I get my f**kin hands on
The singer will shoot at anything they can hold

to leave y'all coward niggaz bloody like a tampon
The singer will leave cowardly opponents with bloody injuries

Yo.. E Nicks where you at nigga?
The artist is looking for their friend E Nicks

I'm sick and tired of rappers talkin 'bout, all this chedder
The artist dislikes when rappers brag about their wealth

And when you see them in the streets got a bullshit Jetta
The artist thinks it's ridiculous when a wealthy rapper only owns a cheap car

I'm like dog stop frontin, you shouldn't be braggin
The singer advises the rappers to stop showing off and bragging

And why the f**k you got rims if you push a Volkswagen?
The artist questions why a rapper would add expensive rims to their cheap car

I spit vicious, let my bank account switch digits
The singer boasts about their rap skills and how it affects their bank account

And if money was height - you'd be midgets (go on nigga)
The singer suggests that the rappers they're criticizing are financially inferior

I spit hard save it, sinner nigga affadavit
The singer is confident in their ability to deliver lyrics that are both powerful and truthful

And next to God, I'm most niggaz mom favorite
The artist believes they are loved by many mothers, ranking just below God in importance

Y'all talk gangsta but you notice the mob
The artist calls out those who pretend to be gangster but are actually respectful towards organized crime

And I could bring you to the hood and get, both of you robbed
The singer takes pride in being able to rob anyone they want, even in their own neighborhood

You see I live in the streets, I sleep in the streets
The singer spends all their time on the streets

F**k it - I probably got, more guns than police
The artist has an excessive amount of guns, more than most police officers

Niggaz say I'm too hard, them niggaz too soft
The artist is often criticized for being too rough, while their opponents are too weak

Straight pussy, I heard they suck dick up North
The artist insults their opponents by calling them weak and suggesting they perform oral sex for pleasure

And it ain't so foul so, hold your breath
The singer is warning their opponents that they are about to say something offensive

And you probably still real just a gangsta left
The artist questions whether their opponents have any authenticity left as gangsters

All I can say this the game I chose
The singer accepts the consequences of the lifestyle they have chosen

For this European car and these name brand clothes
The singer acknowledges the rewards of their lifestyle, including owning expensive clothing and cars

Get respect from these niggaz, spit game at hoes
The singer earns respect from others and has success in seducing women

Come down with a bounce and a strange-ass flow
The artist is confident in their unique style of rapping

I got bigger than I thought I would
The artist is surprised by their own success

I did shit that I thought I could
The singer takes pride in achieving their goals

Act rowdy cause I fought that good
The singer is confident in their physical fighting abilities

Them blocks is mine I bought that hood
The artist claims ownership over the neighborhood they live in

They know I squeeze, smoke trees, and blow bo-dies
The artist is known for carrying weapons, smoking weed, and killing people

And your boss even know, that y'all niggazs can get it
Even the opponents' boss knows that they are in danger

Have y'all skeleton CRACKED, and some holes in your fitted
The singer threatens to shoot their opponents, leaving bullet holes in their hats

Have your body chopped up, in six different lakes
The artist is willing to dismember their opponents and scatter their remains in multiple bodies of water

And you ain't even safe right in front of the Jakes
The singer suggests even the police won't protect their opponents

They call me Stan Still, cause I f**kin just stand still
The singer's nickname is 'Stan Still' because they intimidate others by simply standing in one place

And most of y'all niggazs run, plus your mans will
The singer suggests that most of their opponents run during a conflict and even their friends betray them

Folded up in a corner, behind a van still
The artist describes their opponents hiding in fear behind a van

And your hoes can get it, then your mans will
The artist will harm their opponents' girlfriends and their acquaintances

[Chorus]
Repeating the initial lines of the chorus