Swizz Beatz - Double R What 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 Eve I squeeze my sh**, I don't wave it and leave Y'all motherf**in' 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' n***as down if they clothes is tacky Get an 18 or brick and my clothes is khaki And the Porsche got a gla** roof The blunt got a live purple haze in it, little bit of hash too See me when I pa** through, f** around and I'mma 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 n***as, bat 'em down, they bones I bruise Leave 50 n***as dead, n***as know my groove Another 20 more engine n***as know my tools I got a gun, you need to stand fo' fu*k YOU BRING YO' MAN FO'?! [Hook: Styles, Jadakiss, Eve] Styles: S be the ghost, Double R What First come the hawk, then next come the toast Jadakiss: J to the *muah* 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 n***as 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 d**h rather than talk you to d**h Cause listenin' is like livin' when yo' talkin' is d**h So y'all better start readin' before you start bleedin' And the odds was against us before we got EVE-n n***as in the hood don't give a f** if you rich Or drunk with the Prince CD own, bumpin' a kiss n***a frontin' I get my you in the pump kinda hot out Hit the bu*ton put the roof in the trunk Play the block with the Royal Blue 45 and make your mouth leak Can't f** with NY Get my diesel from South Beach You ain't got a ride, getchu a cab Ya' b**hes is mad Eve got the sh** and smash [Hook: 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 3: Eve] I'm a savage b**h Ain't nobody gettin' close to this And ain't nobody flipped and wrote the sh** And can't nobody sit and coach this sh** You feelin' lucky? then aproach me, sh** I'm like the gla**, you just the coaster b**h; Under me! You wanna make it ugly, can't do nothin' 'bout it Angry at the public, buggin' me Rat b**h, pot b**h, hungover hot b**h Wantin' all that money, f**in' gettin' all that rock, shiiit Scared of who? huh, we goin' get rid of you Climbin' the walls wit' gimmicks, that sh** is pitiful Dawgs close by me, so why try me They wan' cop me but they too sloppy Damn, I gotchu stuck in a box You feelin' trapped, got your stomach in knots Cause I ain't lettin' go I keepin' it locked I know you gettin' mad cause your luck's up Plus I'm a purebread, baby, I don't f** with mutts Come on! [Hook: 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 (Instrumentals until end)