What up what up what up, yeah!   Eve, let's do it again!      Yeah, it's the ghost Jada and Eve   I squeeze my shit, I don't wave it and leave   Y'all motherfuckin' 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' 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, fuck 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'   Fuck you bring yo' man fo'?      S be the ghost, Double R What   First come the hawk, then next come the toast   K to the R Double R what   Send mad cowards on they way to Allah      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 fuck if you rich   Or drunk with the Prince C.D. own, bumpin' a kiss   Nigga 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 fuck with NY, get my diesel from South Beach   You ain't got a ride, getchu a cab   Ya' bitches is mad, Eve got the shit and smash, uh      S be the ghost, Double R What   First come the hawk, then next come the toast   K to the R, Double R what   Send mad cowards on they way to Allah      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 bitch   Ain't nobody gettin' close to this   And ain't nobody flipped and wrote the shit   And can't nobody sit and coach this shit   You feelin' lucky? then aproach me, shit      I'm like the glass, you just the coaster bitch, under me!   You wanna make it ugly, can't do nothin' 'bout it   Angry at the public, buggin' me   Rat bitch, pot bitch, hungover hot bitch   Wantin' all that money, fuckin' gettin' in that rock, shit      Scared of who? Huh, we goin' get rid of you   Climbin' the walls wit' gimmicks, that shit 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 fuck with mutts   Come on!      S be the ghost, Double R What   First come the hawk, then next come the toast   K to the R, Double R what   Send mad cowards on they way to Allah      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