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Jadakiss ~ We Gonna Make It (Remix)
| [Jadakiss] Uh, uh Fuck...the...frail shit Uh, cuz when my coke come in They gotta use the scales that they weigh the whales wit [Styles] Carsons on the jeep, but Gotti made the prototype Hoped you get the picture but you just can't photo light [Jadakiss] Determined niggaz make it Kickin' down the door and we burnin' niggaz naked [Styles] The house costs a million, sittin' on the beach And the only thing I know if it's furnished, I'ma take it [Jadakiss] My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360 We got the shit that the government got Talkin' money then you rubbin' the spot [Stlyes] Real niggaz say that they be wildin' We on the Caiman islands On a yacht wit our favorite albums [Jadakiss] A bad hoe and a plate of salmon Smokin' and drinkin', nigga is you thinkin' that our fate is valid? [Styles] I love my nigga for the fact that he real And nobody on the faculty squeal, what [Jadakiss] And if you facin' capital pun, pass me a gun And I'ma give you time to run, while I rapidly peel, uh [Chorus 2x: Jadakiss] We...gon...make it We gon make it, we gon make it [Eve] Uh, c'mon E-V-E, call it a bug in your ear You never kill, still would've been a threat to you bitches without a deal Like a little lava, I went from hangin' out to socializing' And mind frame change once the dough arrives You bitches happy with a touch and a feel I need a lot of paper My stimulation comes from snachin' up deals How many times I gotta tell you, silly? Don't no corny shit come outta Philly And I'ma push it 'til the world feel me I'm still as hungry as the day I began And gettin' comfortable to let you in their part of the plan I need some private jets, fly to islands and watch the sunset A country rich with through breds as pets Nothin' less than the rich, bitch And watch me take it Chickens ain't a threat to the girl, we goon make it Keep it cracking' like you wouldn't believe, Double R Hot shit, the hottest shit Style, Jada and Eve, what? [Chorus] [Styles] It's about time I blow And if I don't do my numbers Dog, I still got my aces We robin' industry naggers, hands on your jewels And if moneys' in the pocket, then DeNiro gotta take it A dog caught a body, still run-in', that's the basics First nigga in the hood to get his car facelift All my niggaz know more money, more cases Front if you want, that's my gun in your faces My repetition alone, she speak for herself I come prepared with the chrome, bust the heat for myself I got a little brother in heaven My niggaz in the corner In the yard that'll would love to see the God or the seven Point 5-4-I-L might not sell, but what the FUCK When it comes to bein' hard, I'ma legend Double R, Styles +is the streets+ And the kids pick up shit quick, they gotta see there fathers' eat And my niggaz is all I got So if I gotta go to war with ya team Then IÕm leavin' all y'all shot [Chorus] [Styles speaking over chorus] That's right, we gonna make it We got no choice but to make it We got kids to feed, we got people in jail that need packages We brothers on the corner, we gotta make them step their game up We gotta stop gettin' arrested We gon make it, SP I swear we will more free lyrics |