| In the streets
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| shit it fuckin real out here
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| niggas be hatin, violatin
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| but you need to know… owww!
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| HOOK: E McCaine
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| Jada’s, got a, Jada’s, got a GUN
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| Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and RUN
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| Jada’s, got a, Jada’s, got a GUN
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| Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and RUN
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| and I been had one so don’t forget that
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| 357 Magnum wit no kickback
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| Put 'em all in your six pack for a big stack
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| and I never keep the money where I keep the clips at Violatin get you one in your throat
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| you still datin your heat, but me and my guns elope
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| when I die bury me with the toast
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| in case I run into a little bit of drama wherever I go and I won’t hesitate, make you levitate
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| hit you with the titanium, 38, and it’s featherweight
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| bullets like good dope how I keep 'em coming
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| kill a couple niggas then everybody want 'em
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| who gon’shoot and who gon’brawl
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| if push comes to shove everybody know, you gon’fall
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| and I got mine on me the automatic or the 40 cali, or even the black glock nine on me HOOK
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| I got a gun wit 200 shots
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| I’m the reason you moved your family to a whole new other block
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| I got shit that could wake up the deaf
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| that’ll knock down the door and break up the steps
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| don’t even bother wearin a vest
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| cuz these aint the kinda slugs that’s gon’get lodged in your chest
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| gotta nighttime scope that could see through the walls
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| so just to get shit crackin I’ma tear up your dog
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| I’ma show you what’s dumbin out
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| and you could believe whatever I shoot it’s comin off or comin out
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| and don’t even try runnin out
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| cuz the 44 mag’ll leave your ass by another house
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| this is Jadakiss, I’m sprayin everything I see in my radius
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| the kids stay blazin shit
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| which gun is my favorite
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| I don’t know I got 'em all from the old to the latest shit
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| HOOK
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| guns and the sneakers made Jada
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| the bitches and the reefer came later with the money and the haters
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| but I’m a humble kid
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| still put the pump in your baby mother mouth make her mumble where you live
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| 25 years no felony I’m tellin y’all
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| why you think I saved it, to blow a nigga melon off
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| as a young boy always carried a cap gun
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| fell in love wit it first time I clapped one
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| now I’m a grown man more mature and pleasant
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| and like hittin niggas in the jaw with the desert
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| and everybody got a gun, why not me you gotta keep it on you now it’s just like I.D.
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| and I never seen a man cry til I seen a man shot
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| fuck pride, bullets is too damn hot
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| so if you aint got one then you gotta run
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| handle it, or tell the whole world that…
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| HOOK 2X |