Artist/Band:
Jadakiss
Lyrics for Song: Jada's Got A Gun
Lyrics for Album: Kiss the game goodbye [2001]
In the streets
Shit is fuckin real out here(no doubt)
Niggas be hatin(fa sho), violatin(fuck em)
But ya need to know
Chorus:
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck n run
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a gun
Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck n run
And I been had one, so dont forget that
.357 Magnum with no kickback
Put em all in your 6-pack for a big stack
And I never keep the money where I keep the clips at
Violatin get you one in your throat
Still datin your heat,but me and my guns alope
When i die burry me with the toats
In case i run into a lil bit of drama where ever i go
And i wont hesitate, make u levitate
Hit you with the titanium .38
And its featherweight
Bullets like good dope
High keep em comin
Kill a couple niggas, then everybody want em
Who gonna shoot and who gonna brawl
If push come to shove everybody know, you gonna fall
And i got mine on me
The automaty or the fourty cali or even the black glock nine on me
Chorus
I got a gun with two hundred shots
Im the reason u moved your family to a hole new other block
I got shit that could wake up the deaf
That will knock down the door and break up the steps
Dont even bother wearin a vest
Cuz these aint the type a slugs thats get lodged in your chest
Got a night time scope that can see through the walls
So just to get shit crackin ima tear up ur dog
Ima show you wuts dumbin out
And you can believe wuteva i shoot is comin off or comin out
And dont even try runnin out
Cuz the 44 mag will leave ur ass by another house
This is jadakiss
Im sprayin everythin i see in my radius
The kid stay blazin shit
Which gun is my favorite
I dunno i got em all from the old to the latest shit
Chorus
The guns and the sneakers made jada
The bitches and the reefer came later
With the money and the haters
But ima humble kid
Still put the pump in your baby motha mouth make her mumble where you live
25 years no felony im tellin yall
Why you think i saved it, to blow a nigga mellon off
As a young boy always carried the cap gun
And fell in love with it first time i clapped one
Now im a grown man more mature and pleasant
And like hittin niggas in the jaw with the dessert
And everybody gotta gun why not me
You gotta keep it on you now its just like I.D.
And i neva seen a man cry till i seen a man shot
FUCK PRIDE bullets is too damb hot
So if u aint got one you gotta run
Handle it
Or tell the whole world that..
Chorus(x2)
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