Lyrics:

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