[Verse 1: Jadakiss & Styles P]
Fuck – the – frail shit
Uhn – 'cause when my coke come in
They gotta use the scale that they weigh the whales with
Carlssons on the jeep, Bugatti made the prototype
Hoped you'd get the picture but you just can't photo life
Determined n***as make it
Kicking down the door and we burning n***as naked
The house costs a million, sitting 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
Talking money, then you rubbing the spot
Real n***as say that they be wilding
We on the Cayman Islands on a yacht with our favorite albums
A bad ho and a plate of salmon, smoking and drinking
N***a, is you thinking that our fate is violent?
I love my n***a for the fact that he real
And nobody on the faculty squeal
And if you facing Capital Pun, pass me a gun
And I'ma give you time to run, while I rapidly peel, uh

[Hook: Jadakiss]
We – gon' – make – it
We gon' make it, we gon' make it
We – gon' – make – it
We gon' make it, we gon' make it
[Verse 2: Eve]
Uh, c'mon
E-V-E, call it a bug in your ear, you never kill
Still woulda been a threat to you bitches without a deal
Life a little liver, I went from hangin' out to socializin'
Mind frame change once the dough arrives
You bitches happy with a touch and a thrill
I need a lot of paper, my stimulation comes from snatchin' 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 ain't part of the plan
I need some private jets, fly to islands to watch the sun set
A country ranch with throughbreds as pets
Nothin' less than the rich, bitch, and watch me take it
Chickens ain't a threat to the girl, we gon' make it
Keep it crackin like you wouldn't believe, Double R
Hot shit, the hottest shit – Styles, Jada, and Eve, what?

[Hook: Jadakiss]
We – gon' – make – it
We gon' make it, we gon' make it
We – gon' – make – it

[Verse 3: Styles]
It's about time I blow, and if I don't do my numbers, dawg, I still got my aces
We robbin' industry n***as, hands on your jewels
And if it's money in the pocket, then Paniro gotta take it
A dog caught a body, still runnin', that's the basics
First n***a in the hood to get his car a facelift
All my n***as know – more money, more cases
Front if you want, that's my gun in yo' faces
My reputation alone should speak for itself
I come prepared with the chrome and bust the heat for myself
I got a little brother in heaven
My n***as on the corner, in the yard, that'd love to see the God in the seven
Point 5-4-I-L; might not sell, but what the FUCK
When it comes to bein' hard, I'm a legend
Double R, Styles is the streets
And the kids pick up shit quick, they gotta see they fathers eat
And my n***as is all I got
So if I gotta go to war with y'all team, I'm leavin' all y'all shot
[Hook: Jadakiss, (Styles)]
We – gon' – make – it (That's right, we gon' make it)
We gon' make it, we gon' make it (We got no choice but to make it)
We – gon' – make – it (We got kids to feed...)
We gon' make it, we gon' make it (We got people in jail that need packages)
We – gon' – make – it (We got brothers on the corner, we gotta make 'em step their game up)
We gon' make it, we gon' make it (We gotta stop gettin' arrested)
We – gon' – make – it
We gon' make it, we gon' make it (We gon' make it, we gon' get this paper)
We – gon' – make – it (I swear we will)