Uh, uh
Fuck the frail shit, uh, 'coz when my coke come in
They gotta use the scales that they weigh the whales wit
Carsons on the jeep, but God he made the prototype
Hoped you'd get the picture but you just can't photo light
Determined n***as make it
Kickin' down the door and we burnin' n***as naked
The house costs a million, sittin' on the beach
And the only thing I know if it's furnished I'ma take it
My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360
We got the shit that the government got
Talkin' money then you rubbin' the spot
Real n***as say that they be wild
We on the Cayman island
On a yacht wit our favorite albums
A bad hoe and a plate of salmon
Smokin' and drinkin' n***a is you thinkin' that our fate is violent
I love my n***a for the fact that he real
And nobody on the faculty squeal, what
And if you facin' capital pun
Pass me a gun
And I'ma give you time to run
While I rapidly peel, uh
We gon' make it
We gon' make it, we gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it, we gon' make it
We gon' make it
I learned the game quickly, and I don't like to rent
So when I fly now I bring my cars on the plane wit me
In this case who's the loser
Ran through enough coke for Castro to build schools in Cuba
Teachin' kids how to read and write and use the Ruger
Motherfuckin' n***as is back, Jada and P
We got water, plus weight in the D
And I'm tired of hearin' about old n***as that had it
And be the same old n***as that ratted
(Who cares?)
Talkin' 'bout how we hawk n***as in they fuckin' back
Gun works official but n***as don't be wantin' that
(Why?)
'Coz they puss and they mans is lame
We so for real in the hood we make candy rain
I could easily send you to God
But come and see me at the Plaza Hotel I might give you a job
If you can't remember the name
All you gotta do is ask the dame for the n***as that deliver it hard
We gon' make it
We gon' make it, we gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it, we gon' make it
We gon' make it
Jada ma, I'll kiss you you bitch ass n***a
That the hood won't miss you you bitch ass n***a
Might find your man dead in the ocean
(He be aright though)
You know dead rappers get better promotion
Why we don't laugh at death, and cry at birth
Never say you can't do it til you try it first
Be the young n***as eager to pull it
But it's a message in everything trust me, even a bullet
Go to war with the eight and the pound
Think you got your ear to the street now
Put your face in the ground
'Coz my shells is expensive
You'll know exactly
Why when you yellin' in intensive
My fellas is offensive
Lucky 'coz I got guns that crack your back
But that's not what I prefer I manufacture crack
And, n***as turn bitch when you show 'em the steel
But we know how to bid so y'all go 'head and squeal
I'm comfortable far from home
Eatin' right, gettin' good rest either on the far or the foam
I'm the reason n***as got deals the past few years
Sound anything like Kiss then sign right here
And, y'all just talkin', I'm doin' it well
Jadakiss motherfucker I'ma see you in hell, what
We gon' make it
We gon' make it, we gon' make it
We gon' make it
We gon' make it, we gon' make it
We gon' make it