We Gonna Make It (feat. Styles P)

Fuck the frail shit uh

'Cause when my coke come in

They gotta use the scale that they weigh the whales with

Carsons on the Jeep, but Gotti made the prototype

Hoped you'd get the picture but you just can't photo light

Determined **** make it, kicking down the door

And we burning **** naked

The house costs a million, sitting on the beach

And the only thing I know, if it's furnished I'ma take it

My bathtub lift up, my walls do a three sixty

We got the shit that the government got

Talking money, then you rubbing the spot

Real **** say that they be wilding

We on the Caiman Islands

On a yacht with our favorite albums

A bad ho and a plate of salmon

Smoking and drinking, **** is you thinking that our fate is violent?

I love my **** for the fact that he real

And nobody on the faculty squeal, what?

And if you facing capital pun, pass me a gun

And I'ma give you time to run while I rapidly peel

We gon' make it

We gon' make it, we gon' make it

We gon' make it

We gon' make it, we gon' make it

We gon' make it

I learned the game quickly, and I don't like to rent

So when I fly now, bring my cars on the plane with me

In this case

Who's the loser?

Ran through enough coke for Castro to build schools in Cuba

Teaching kids how to read and write and use the Ruger

Muthafuckin' **** is back, Jada and P

We got water

X, haze

Plus weight of the D

And I'm tired of hearing about old **** that had it

And be the same old **** that ratted

Who cares?

Let's talk about how we hawk **** in their fuckin' back

Gun work's official, but **** don't be wanting that

Why?

'Cause they puss and their mans is lame

We so for real in the hood, we make candy rain

I could easily send you to God

But come and see me at the Plaza Hotel, I might give you a job

If you can't remember the name, all you gotta do is ask the dame

For the **** that deliver it hard

We gon' make it

We gon' make it, we gon' make it

We gon' make it

We gon' make it, we gon' make it

Jada, mwah, I'll kiss you, you bitch ass ****

Bet the hood won't miss you, you bitch ass ****

Might find your man dead in the ocean

He be aight though

You know dead rappers get better promotion

While we don't laugh at death, and cry at birth

Never say you can't do it till you try it first

Be the young **** eager to pull it

But it's a message in everything, trust me, even a bullet

Go to war with the eight and the pound

Think you got your ear to the street now

Put your face in the ground 'cause my shells is expensive

You'll know exactly why when you yelling in intensive

My fellas is offensive, lucky 'cause I got guns that crack your back

But that's not what I prefer, I manufacture crack

And **** turn bitch when you show 'em the steel

But we know how to bid, so y'all go ahead and squeal

I'm comfortable far from home

Eating right, getting good rest either on the bar or the phone

I'm the reason **** got deals the past few years

Sound anything like Kiss, then sign right here

And y'all just talking, I'm doing it well

Jadakiss, muthafucker, I'ma see you in hell, what

We gon' make it

We gon' make it, we gon' make it

We gon' make it

We gon' make it, we gon' make it

We gon' make it