We Gonna Make It

Uh, uh

Fuck the frail shit, uh, 'cause when my coke come in

They gotta use the scale that they weigh the whales with

Carlssons on the Jeep, Bugatti made the prototype

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

Determined niggas make it

Kicking down the door and we burning niggas 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 360

We got the shit that the government got

Talking money then you rubbing the spot

Real niggas say that they be wilding

We on the Cayman Islands on a yacht with our favorite albums

A bad ho and a plate of salmon, smoking and drinking

Nigga, is you thinking that our fate is violent?

I love my nigga for the fact that he real

And nobody on the faculty squeal

And if you facing capital pun, pass me a gun

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

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, I 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

Motherfuckin' niggas is back, Jada and P

We got water, X, haze, plus weight of the D

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

And be the same old niggas that ratted (who cares?)

Talking 'bout how we hawk niggas in they fuckin' back

Gun work's official but niggas don't be wanting that

(Why?) 'Cause they puss and they mans is lame

We Soul 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 niggas 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 nigga

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

Might find your man dead in the ocean (he be a'ight though)

You know dead rappers get better promotion

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

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

Be the young niggas eager to pull it

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

Go to war with the 8 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 yellin' 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 niggas turn bitch when you show 'em the steel

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

I'm comfortable far from home

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

I'm the reason niggas 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, motherfucker, I'ma see you in hell

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