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