Lyrics:

(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 EveI squeeze my shit, I don''t wave it and leaveY''all motherf**kin'' extra lameHere''s the game, when I shoot seeds, your man can catch your brainHe looked a hero when he drove the taxi in the hallwayShootin'' niggas down if they clothes is tackyGet an 18 or brick and my clothes is khakiAnd the Porsche got a glass roofThe blunt got a live purple haze in it, little bit of hash tooSee me when I pass through, f**k around and I''ma blast youDo what I have to, tryin'' to get my math tooI leave a message, ain''t a phone I useI call my niggas, bat ''em down, they bones I bruiseLeave 50 niggas dead, niggas know my grooveAnother 20 more engine niggas know my toolsI 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 WhatFirst come the hawk, then next come the toastJadakiss: K to the R Double R whatSend mad cowards on they way to AllahEve: E-V-E, Double R WhatFirst lady, I just point, they squeezeRyde or Die, Double R WhatBetter keep your hammer right by your side(Verse 2: Jadakiss)I gave you the best flowsOn top of that, I even made niggas set goalsI wanna know how many bullets can your flesh holdThirty-two, or whatever the tech holesMy dirty crew rather hawk you to death rather than talk you to death''Cause listenin'' is like livin'' when yo'' talkin'' is deathSo y''all better start readin'' before you start bleedin''And the odds was against us before we got EVE-nNiggas in the hood don''t give a f**k if you richOr drunk with the Prince CD own, bumpin'' a kissNigga frontin'' I get my you in the pump kinda hot outHit the button put the roof in the trunkPlay the block with the Royal Blue 45 and make your mouth leakCan''t f**k with NYGet my diesel from South Beachyou ain''t got a ride, getchu a cabya'' bitches is madEve got the shit and smash(Chorus: Styles, Jadakiss, Eve)Styles: S be the ghost, Double R WhatFirst come the hawk, then next come the toastJadakiss: K to the R, Double R whatSend mad cowards on they way to AllahEve: E-V-E, Double R WhatFirst lady, I just point, they squeezeRyde or Die, Double R WhatBetter keep your hammer right by your side(Verse 3: Eve)I''m a savage bitchAin''t nobody gettin'' close to thisAnd ain''t nobody flipped and wrote the shitAnd can''t nobody sit and coach this shitYou feelin'' lucky? then aproach me, shitI''m like the glass, you just the coaster bitch; Under me!You wanna make it ugly, can''t do nothin'' ''bout itAngry at the public, buggin'' meRat bitch, pot bitch, hungover hot bitchWantin'' all that money, f**kin'' gettin'' all that rock, shiiitScared of who? huh, we goin'' get rid of youClimbin'' the walls wit'' gimmicks, that shit is pitifulDawgs close by me, so why try meThey wan'' cop me but they too sloppyDamn, I gotchu stuck in a boxYou feelin'' trapped, got your stomach in knots''Cause I ain''t lettin'' goI keepin'' it lockedI know you gettin'' mad ''cause your luck''s upPlus I''m a purebread, baby, I don''t f**k with muttsCome on!(Chorus: Styles, Jadakiss, Eve)Styles: S be the ghost, Double R WhatFirst come the hawk, then next come the toastJadakiss: K to the R, Double R whatSend mad cowards on they way to AllahEve: E-V-E, Double R WhatFirst lady, I just point, they squeezeRyde or Die, Double R WhatBetter keep your hammer right by your side