เพลง Double R What (Album Version|Edited)

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 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 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 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

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 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 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 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