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Swizz Beatz

"Jada’s Got a Gun"

[Antoine Stanton]
In the streets (it's real)
sh*t is f*ckin real out here (no doubt...)
n*ggas be hatin', violatin' (fo sho, f*ck it)
But you need to know... owww!

[Hook: E McCain]
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a GUN
n*ggas, clear out, b*tches, duck and RUN
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a GUN
n*ggas, clear out, b*tches, 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
Violate and 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 n*ggas 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 sh*t 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 sh*t crackin I'mma tear up your dog
I'mma 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 sh*t
Which gun is my favorite
I don't know I got 'em all from the old to the latest sh*t

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Guns and the sneakers made Jada
The b*tches 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 n*gga 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 n*ggas 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
f*ck 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...

[Hook 2x]

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