Eric McCaine - Jada's Got a Gun lyrics

[Antoine Stanton] In the streets (it's real) sh** is f**in real out here (no doubt...) n***as be hatin', violatin' (fo sho, f** it) But you need to know... owww! [Hook: E McCain] Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a GUN n***as, clear out, b**hes, duck and RUN Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a GUN n***as, clear out, b**hes, 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 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 k** a couple n***as 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 [Hook] [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 sh** 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 Gotta nighttime scope that could see through the walls So just to get sh** 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 a** by another house This is Jadakiss, I'm sprayin everything I see in my radius The kids stay blazin sh** Which gun is my favorite I don't know I got 'em all from the old to the latest sh** [Hook] [Verse 3] Guns and the sneakers made Jada The b**hes 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 f** 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... [Hook 2x]