[Antoine Stanton]
In the streets [it`s real]
shit it fuckin real out here [no doubt...]
niggas be hatin, violatin [fo sho, fuck it]
but you need to know... owww!
HOOK: E McCaine
Jada`s, got a, Jada`s, got a GUN
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and RUN
Jada`s, got a, Jada`s, got a GUN
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and RUN
[Verse 1]
and I been had one so don`t forget that
357 Magnum wit no kickback
Put `em all in your six pack for a big stack
and I never keep the money where I keep the clips at
Violatin get you one in your throat
you still datin your heat, but me and my guns elope
when I die bury me with the toast
in case I run into a little bit of drama wherever I go
and I won`t hesitate, make you levitate
hit you with the titanium, 38, and it`s featherweight
bullets like good dope how I keep `em coming
kill a couple niggas then everybody want `em
who gon` shoot and who gon` brawl
if push comes to shove everybody know, you gon` fall
and I got mine on me
the automatic or the 40 cali, or even the black glock nine on me
HOOK
[Verse 2]
I got a gun wit 200 shots
I`m the reason you moved your family to a whole new other block
I got shit that could wake up the deaf
that`ll knock down the door and break up the steps
don`t even bother wearin a vest
cuz these aint the kinda slugs that`s gon` get lodged in your chest
gotta nighttime scope that could see through the walls
so just to get shit crackin I`ma tear up your dog
I`ma show you what`s dumbin out
and you could believe whatever I shoot it`s comin off or comin out
and don`t even try runnin out
cuz the 44 mag`ll leave your ass by another house
this is Jadakiss, I`m sprayin everything I see in my radius
the kids stay blazin shit
which gun is my favorite
I don`t know I got `em all from the old to the latest shit
HOOK
[Verse 3]
guns and the sneakers made Jada
the bitches and the reefer came later with the money and the haters
but I`m a humble kid
still put the pump in your baby mother mouth make her mumble where you live
25 years no felony I`m tellin y`all
why you think I saved it, to blow a nigga melon off
as a young boy always carried a cap gun
fell in love wit it first time I clapped one
now I`m a grown man more mature and pleasant
and like hittin niggas in the jaw with the desert
and everybody got a gun, why not me
you gotta keep it on you now it`s just like I.D.
and I never seen a man cry til I seen a man shot
fuck pride, bullets is too damn hot
so if you aint got one then you gotta run
handle it, or tell the whole world that...
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