[Intro: Antoine Stanton]
In the streets (It's real)
Shit is fuckin real out here (No doubt...)
Niggas be hatin', violatin' (Fo sho, fuck it)
But you need to know... owww!
[Chorus: E McCain]
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
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
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 niggas 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 9 on me
[Chorus: E McCain]
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
[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
I got a gun wit 200 shots
I'm the reason you moved your family to a whole new other block
I got shit 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
Got a nighttime scope that could see through the walls
So just to get shit 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' shit
Which gun is my favorite
I don't know I got 'em all from the old to the latest shit
[Chorus: E McCain]
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
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Guns and the sneakers made Jada
The bitches 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 nigga 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' niggas 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
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...
[Chorus: E McCain]
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
