文本歌词

Yea it's the ghost Jada and Eve
I squeeze my sh*t I don't wave it and leave
Y'all motherf**kin' extra lame
Here's the game when I s***t seeds your man can catch your brain
He looked a hero when he drove the taxi in the hallway
Shootin' niggas down if they clothes is tacky
Get an 18 or brick and my clothes is khaki
And the Porsche got a glass roof
The blunt got a live purple haze in it little bit of hash too
See me when I pass through f**k around and I'ma 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 niggas bat 'em down they bones I bruise
Leave 50 niggas dead niggas know my groove
Another 20 more engine niggas know my tools
I got a gun you need to stand fo'
F**K YOU BRING YO' MAN FO'
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 *****
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
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 tech holes
My dirty crew rather hawk you to death rather than talk you to death
'Cause listenin' is like livin' when yo' talkin' is death
So y'all better start readin' before you start bleedin'
And the odds was against us before we got EVE-n
Niggas in the hood don't give a f**k if you rich
Or drunk with the Prince CD own bumpin' a kiss
Ni**a frontin' I get my you in the pump kinda hot out
Hit the button put the roof in the trunk
Play the block with the Royal Blue 45 and make your mouth leak
Can't f**k with NY
Get my diesel from South Beach
You ain't got a ride getchu a cab
Ya' b**ches is mad
Eve got the sh*t and smash
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 *****
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
I'm a savage b**ch
Ain't nobody gettin' close to this
And ain't nobody flipped and wrote the sh*t
And can't nobody sit and coach this sh*t
You feelin' lucky then aproach me sh*t
I'm like the glass you just the coaster b**ch; Under me
You wanna make it ugly can't do nothin' 'bout it
Angry at the public buggin' me
Rat b**ch pot b**ch hungover hot b**ch
Wantin' all that money f**kin' gettin' all that rock shiiit
Scared of who huh we goin' get rid of you
Climbin' the walls wit' gimmicks that sh*t 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**k with mutts
Come on
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 *****
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