[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 be