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feat. The L.O.X.
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 s**t, I don't wave it and leave
Y'all motherfkin' 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' down if they clothes is tacky
Get an 18 or brick and my clothes is khaki
And the Porsche got a glass roof
The blunt got a live purple haze in it, little bit of hash too
See me when I pass through, fk 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 , bat 'em down, they bones I bruise
Leave 50 dead, know my groove
Send mad cowards on they way to Allah
Another 20 more engine know my tools
I got a gun, you need to stand fo'
fk YOU BRING YO' MAN FO'?!
Chorus:
Styles: S be the ghost, Double R What
First come the hawk, then next be the toast
Jadakiss: J to the mwah(kissin' sound), Double R what
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 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 death rather than talk you to death
'Cause listenin' is like livin' when yo' talkin' is death
So y'all better start readin' before you start bleedin'
And the odds was against us before we got EVE-n
in the hood don't give a fk if you rich
Or drunk with the Prince CD own, bumpin' a kiss
nigg* frontin' I get my you in the pump kinda hot out
Hit the button put the roof in the trunk
Play the block with the Royal Blue 45 and make your mouth leak
Can't fk with NY
Get my diesel from South Beach
you ain't got a ride, getchu a cab
ya' girls is mad
Eve got the s**t and smash
Chorus:
Styles: S be the ghost, Double R What
First come the hawk, then next be the toast
Jadakiss: J to the mwah(kissin' sound), 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*tch
Ain't nobody gettin' close to this
And ain't nobody flipped and wrote the s**t
And can't nobody sit and coach this s**t
You feelin' lucky? then aproach me, s**t
I'm like the glass, you just the coaster b*tch; Under me!
You wanna make it ugly, can't do nothin' 'bout it
Angry at the public, buggin' me
Rat b*tch, pot b*tch, hungover hot b*tch
Wantin' all that money, fkin' gettin' all that rock, shiiit
Scared of who? huh, we goin' get rid of you
Climbin' the walls wit' gimmicks, that s**t is pitiful
Dawgs close by me, so why try me
They wan' cop me but they too sloppy
d*mn, 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 fk with mutts
Come on!
Chorus:
Styles: S be the ghost, Double R What
First come the hawk, then next be the toast
Jadakiss: J to the mwah(kissin' sound)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
