Eve — Double R What

[Intro: Styles P] What up, what up, what up, what up? Yeah Eve, let's do it again, hahahaha [Verse 1: Styles] Yeah, it's The Ghost, Jada and Eve I'll squeeze my shit, I don't wave it and leave Y'all motherfuckin' extra lame, here's the game When I shoot, see if your man can catch your brain I'm like De Niro when he drove the taxi, in the hallway Shootin' niggas down if they clothes is tacky Get it eighteen a brick and my clothes is khaki And the Porsche got a glass roof The blunt got a lot of purple haze in it, little bit of hash too See me when I pass through, fuck around, blast you Do what I have to, tryin' to get my math too I'll leave a message in a phone I use I coma niggas, bat 'em down, they bones I bruise I leave fifty niggas dead, niggas know my rules Another twenty more injured, niggas know my tools I got a gun you need to stand for, fuck you bring your man for? [Chorus: Styles P, Jadakiss, Eve, Styles P, Jadakiss & Eve] SP the ghost, double-R, what? First come the hawk, then next be the toast J to the mwah, double-R, what? Send mad cowards on they way to Allah E-V-E, double-R, what? First lady, I just point, they squeeze Ride 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 TEC holds, my dirty crew would Rather hawk you to death rather than talk you to death 'Cause listenin' is like livin', when you talkin', it's death So y'all better start readin' before y'all start bleedin' And the odds was against us until we got even Niggas in the hood don't give a fuck if you rich I'm drunk with a Prince CD on, bumpin' the "Kiss" Nigga frontin', get to you with the pump, it's kinda hot I hit the button, put the roof in the trunk, play the block With the royal blue .45, it'll make your mouth leak Can't fuck with NY, get my diesel from South Beach You ain't got a ride, get you a cab Y'all bitches is mad, Eve got the shit in a smash, uh [Chorus: Styles P, Jadakiss, Eve, Styles P, Jadakiss & Eve] SP the ghost, double-R, what? First come the hawk, then next be the toast J to the mwah, double-R, what? Send mad cowards on they way to Allah E-V-E, double-R, what? First lady, I just point, they squeeze Ride 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 this shit And can't nobody sit and coach this shit, you feelin' lucky? Then approach me, shit, I'm like the glass, you just a coaster Bitch, under me, you wanna make it ugly? Can't do nothin' 'bout her, angry that the public lovin' me Rat bitch, pot bitch, hungover hot bitch Wantin' all that money, fuck it, gettin' into rock, shit Scared of who? Huh, we goin' get rid of you Climbin' up the walls with gimmicks, that shit is pitiful Dawgs close by me, so why try me? They wanna copy, but they too sloppy Damn, I got you stuck in a box, you feelin' trapped Got your stomach in knots 'cause I ain't lettin' go I'm keepin' it locked, I know you mad 'cause your luck's up Plus I'm a purebred, baby, I don't fuck with mutts, come on [Chorus: Styles P, Jadakiss, Eve, Styles P, Jadakiss & Eve] SP the ghost, double-R, what? First come the hawk, then next be the toast J to the mwah, double-R, what? Send mad cowards on they way to Allah E-V-E, double-R, what? First lady, I just point, they squeeze Ride or die, double-R, what? Better keep your hammer right by your side