(Intro)
Jadakiss: What up what up what up, yea!
Styles: Eve let's do it again! Hahaha...
(Verse 1: Styles)
Yea it's the ghost Jada and Eve
I squeeze my sh**, I don't wave it and leave
Y'all motherf**kin' extra lame
Here's the game, when I shoot seeds, your man can catch your brain
He looked a hero when he drove the taxi in the hallway
Shootin' n***as down if they clothes is tacky
Get an 18 or brick and my clothes is khaki
And the Porsche got a gla** roof
The blunt got a live purple haze in it, little bit of hash too
See me when I pa** through, f**k around and I'ma blast you
Do what I have to, tryin' to get my math too
I leave a message, ain't a phone I use
I call my n***as, bat 'em down, they bones I bruise
Leave 50 n***as dead, n***as know my groove
Another 20 more engine n***as know my tools
I got a gun, you need to stand fo'
F**K YOU BRING YO' MAN FO'?!
(Chorus: Styles, Jadakiss, Eve)
Styles: S be the ghost, Double R What
First come the hawk, then next come the toast
Jadakiss: K to the R Double R what
Send mad cowards on they way to Allah
Eve: E-V-E, Double R What
First lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, Double R What
Better keep your hammer right by your side
(Verse 2: Jadakiss)
I gave you the best flows
On top of that, I even made n***as set goals
I wanna know how many bullets can your flesh hold
Thirty-two, or whatever the tech holes
My dirty crew rather hawk you to d**h rather than talk you to d**h
'Cause listenin' is like livin' when yo' talkin' is d**h
So y'all better start readin' before you start bleedin'
And the odds was against us before we got EVE-n
n***as in the hood don't give a f**k if you rich
Or drunk with the Prince CD own, bumpin' a kiss
n***a frontin' I get my you in the pump kinda hot out
Hit the bu*ton put the roof in the trunk
Play the block with the Royal Blue 45 and make your mouth leak
Can't f**k with NY
Get my diesel from South Beach
You ain't got a ride, getchu a cab
Ya' b**hes is mad
Eve got the sh** and smash
(Chorus: Styles, Jadakiss, Eve)
Styles: S be the ghost, Double R What
First come the hawk, then next come the toast
Jadakiss: K to the R, Double R what
Send mad cowards on they way to Allah
Eve: E-V-E, Double R What
First lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, Double R What
Better keep your hammer right by your side
(Verse 3: Eve)
I'm a savage b**h
Ain't nobody gettin' close to this
And ain't nobody flipped and wrote the sh**
And can't nobody sit and coach this sh**
You feelin' lucky? then aproach me, sh**
I'm like the gla**, you just the coaster b**h; Under me!
You wanna make it ugly, can't do nothin' 'bout it
Angry at the public, buggin' me
Rat b**h, pot b**h, hungover hot b**h
Wantin' all that money, f**kin' gettin' all that rock, shiiit
Scared of who? huh, we goin' get rid of you
Climbin' the walls wit' gimmicks, that sh** is pitiful
Dawgs close by me, so why try me
They wan' cop me but they too sloppy
Damn, I gotchu stuck in a box
You feelin' trapped, got your stomach in knots
'Cause I ain't lettin' go
I keepin' it locked
I know you gettin' mad 'cause your luck's up
Plus I'm a purebread, baby, I don't f**k with mutts
Come on!
(Chorus: Styles, Jadakiss, Eve)
Styles: S be the ghost, Double R What
First come the hawk, then next come the toast
Jadakiss: K to the R, Double R what
Send mad cowards on they way to Allah
Eve: E-V-E, Double R What
First lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, Double R What
Better keep your hammer right by your side