In the streets [it's real]
 shit it fuckin real out here [no doubt...]
 niggas be hatin, violatin [fo sho, fuck it]
 but you need to know... owww!
 
 HOOK: E McCaine
 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]
 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
 Violatin 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 nine on me
 
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 [Verse 2]
 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 aint the kinda slugs that's gon' get lodged in your chest
 gotta nighttime scope that could see through the walls
 so just to get shit crackin I'ma tear up your dog
 I'ma 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
 
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 [Verse 3]
 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 aint got one then you gotta run
 handle it, or tell the whole world that...