
Double R What Eve (Ft. Jadakiss & Styles P)
"Double R What" is a hip-hop track from 2002 featuring Eve, Jadakiss, and Styles P. The song explores themes of street life, resilience, and confidence, showcasing the artists' lyrical prowess. Its hard-hitting beats and sharp verses highlight their unique styles. The collaboration emphasizes unity in hip-hop culture. #HipHop

[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 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?
[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
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 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?
[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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