Double R What lyrics

by

The LOX


[Intro: Styles P]
What up, what up, what up, what up? Yeah
Eve, let's do it again, hahahaha

[Verse 1: Styles]
Yeah, it's The Ghost, Jada and Eve
I'll squeeze my sh*t, I don't wave it and leave
Y'all motherf*ckin' 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' n*ggas 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, f*ck 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 n*ggas, bat 'em down, they bones I bruise
I leave fifty n*ggas dead, n*ggas know my rules
Another twenty more injured, n*ggas know my tools
I got a gun you need to stand for, f*ck you bring your man for?

[Chorus: Styles P, Jadakiss, Eve, Styles P, Jadakiss & Eve]
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
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
I gave you the best flows
On top of that, I even made n*ggas 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
n*ggas in the hood don't give a f*ck if you rich
I'm drunk with a Prince CD on, bumpin' the "Kiss"
n*gga 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 f*ck with NY, get my diesel from South Beach
You ain't got a ride, get you a cab
Y'all b*tches is mad, Eve got the sh*t in a smash, uh

[Chorus: Styles P, Jadakiss, Eve, Styles P, Jadakiss & Eve]
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
[Verse 3: Eve]
I'm a savage b*tch, ain't nobody gettin' close to this
And ain't nobody flipped and wrote this sh*t
And can't nobody sit and coach this sh*t, you feelin' lucky?
Then approach me, sh*t, I'm like the glass, you just a coaster
b*tch, under me, you wanna make it ugly?
Can't do nothin' 'bout her, angry that the public lovin' me
Rat b*tch, pot b*tch, hungover hot b*tch
Wantin' all that money, f*ck it, gettin' into rock, sh*t
Scared of who? Huh, we goin' get rid of you
Climbin' up the walls with gimmicks, that sh*t 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 f*ck with mutts, come on

[Chorus: Styles P, Jadakiss, Eve, Styles P, Jadakiss & Eve]
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
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