Jada's Got a Gun

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...