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[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 shit, I don't wave it and leave Y'all motherfuckin' 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' niggas 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, fuck 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 niggas, bat 'em down, they bones I bruise Leave 50 niggas dead, niggas know my groove Another 20 more engine niggas know my tools I got a gun, you need to stand fo' FUCK 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 niggas 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 Niggas in the hood don't give a fuck if you rich Or drunk with the Prince CD own, bumpin' a kiss Nigga 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 fuck with NY Get my diesel from South Beach You ain't got a ride, getchu a cab Ya' bitches is mad Eve got the shit 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 bitch Ain't nobody gettin' close to this And ain't nobody flipped and wrote the shit And can't nobody sit and coach this shit You feelin' lucky? then aproach me, shit I'm like the glass, you just the coaster bitch; Under me! You wanna make it ugly, can't do nothin' 'bout it Angry at the public, buggin' me Rat bitch, pot bitch, hungover hot bitch Wantin' all that money, fuckin' gettin' all that rock, shiiit Scared of who? huh, we goin' get rid of you Climbin' the walls wit' gimmicks, that shit 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 fuck 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 (Instrumentals until end)
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