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 with 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
Violating get you one in your throat
Still dating your heat,
but me and my guns elope
When I die burry me with the totes
In case I run into a lil bit of
drama where ever I go
And I won't hesitate
make you levitate
Hit you with the titanium 38
And its featherweight
Bullets like good dope
High will keep 'em coming
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 forty cali or even
the black glock nine homie
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 with two hundred shots
I'm the reason you 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
Don't even bother wearing a vest
'Cause these ain't the kinda slugs
that's gon' get lodged in your chest
Got a night time scope that
can see through the walls
So just to get shit cracking I'ma
tear up you're dog
I'ma show you whats dumbing out
An d you can believe whatever I
shoot is coming off or coming out
And don't even try running out
'Cause the 44 mag will leave
you're ass by another house
This is Jadakiss
I'm spraying everything
I see in my radius
The kid stay blazing shit
Which gun is my favorite
I dunno 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
The guns and the sneakers
made jada
The bitches and the refer came later
With the money and the haters
But ima humble kid
Still put the pump in your baby mother mouth
make her mumble where you live
25 years no felony I'm telling y'all
Why you think I saved it, to
blow a nigga mellon off
As a young boy always car
ried the cap gun
And fell in love with it first
time I clapped one
Now I'm a grown man more ma
ture and pleasant
And like hitting niggas in the
jaw with the dessert
And everybody gotta gun why not me
You gotta keep it on you
now its just like ID
And I never seen a man cry
till 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
