Eve, Jadakiss, Styles P - Double R What lyrics
[Eve, Jadakiss, Styles P - Double R What lyrics]
What up, what up, what up, what up? yeah
Eve, let's do it again, hahahaha
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?
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
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
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
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
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
Eve, let's do it again, hahahaha
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?
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
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
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
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
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