In the streets Shit it fuckin' real out here Niggas be hatin', violatin' But you need to know 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 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 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 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 ain't 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 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 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 And 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 ID And I never seen a man cry 'til I seen a man shot Fuck pride, bullets is too damn hot So if you ain't got one then you gotta run Handle it or tell the whole world that 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 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 © EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; DEAD GAME PUBLISHING; SWIZZ BEATZ PUBLISHING; JAE'WON PUBLISHING; UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP.; JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com