We Gonna Make It Remix

[Verse 1: Jadakiss & Styles P] Fuck – the – frail shit Uhn – '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 [Hook: Jadakiss] We – gon' – make – it We gon' make it, we gon' make it We – gon' – make – it We gon' make it, we gon' make it [Verse 2: Eve] Uh, c'mon E-V-E, call it a bug in your ear, you never kill Still woulda been a threat to you bitches without a deal Life a little liver, I went from hangin' out to socializin' Mind frame change once the dough arrives You bitches happy with a touch and a thrill I need a lot of paper, my stimulation comes from snatchin' up deals How many times I gotta tell you, silly? Don't no corny shit come outta Philly And I'ma push it 'til the world feel me I'm still as hungry as the day I began And gettin' comfortable to let you in ain't part of the plan I need some private jets, fly to islands to watch the sun set A country ranch with throughbreds as pets Nothin' less than the rich, bitch, and watch me take it Chickens ain't a threat to the girl, we gon' make it Keep it crackin like you wouldn't believe, Double R Hot shit, the hottest shit – Styles, Jada, and Eve, what? [Hook: Jadakiss] We – gon' – make – it We gon' make it, we gon' make it We – gon' – make – it [Verse 3: Styles] It's about time I blow, and if I don't do my numbers, dawg, I still got my aces We robbin' industry niggas, hands on your jewels And if it's money in the pocket, then Paniro gotta take it A dog caught a body, still runnin', that's the basics First nigga in the hood to get his car a facelift All my niggas know – more money, more cases Front if you want, that's my gun in yo' faces My reputation alone should speak for itself I come prepared with the chrome and bust the heat for myself I got a little brother in heaven My niggas on the corner, in the yard, that'd love to see the God in the seven Point 5-4-I-L; might not sell, but what the FUCK When it comes to bein' hard, I'm a legend Double R, Styles is the streets And the kids pick up shit quick, they gotta see they fathers eat And my niggas is all I got So if I gotta go to war with y'all team, I'm leavin' all y'all shot [Hook: Jadakiss, (Styles)] We – gon' – make – it (That's right, we gon' make it) We gon' make it, we gon' make it (We got no choice but to make it) We – gon' – make – it (We got kids to feed...) We gon' make it, we gon' make it (We got people in jail that need packages) We – gon' – make – it (We got brothers on the corner, we gotta make 'em step their game up) We gon' make it, we gon' make it (We gotta stop gettin' arrested) We – gon' – make – it We gon' make it, we gon' make it (We gon' make it, we gon' get this paper) We – gon' – make – it (I swear we will)