[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 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'?!
    [Chorus: 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 2: Jadakiss]
  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 CD 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
    [Chorus: 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 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' all that rock, shiiit
  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!
    [Chorus: 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