Uh, uh f** the frail sh**, uh, 'coz when my coke come in They gotta use the scales that they weigh the whales wit Carsons on the jeep, but God he made the prototype Hoped you'd get the picture but you just can't photo light Determined n***as make it Kickin' down the door and we burnin' n***as naked The house costs a million, sittin' 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 sh** that the government got Talkin' money then you rubbin' the spot Real n***as say that they be wild We on the Cayman island On a yacht wit our favorite albums A bad hoe and a plate of salmon Smokin' and drinkin' n***a is you thinkin' that our fate is violent I love my n***a for the fact that he real And nobody on the faculty squeal, what And if you facin' capital pun Pa** 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 wit me In this case who's the loser Ran through enough coke for Castro to build schools in Cuba Teachin' kids how to read and write and use the Ruger Motherf**in' n***as is back, Jada and P We got water, plus weight in the D And I'm tired of hearin' about old n***as that had it And be the same old n***as that ratted (Who cares?) Talkin' 'bout how we hawk n***as in they f**in' back Gun works official but n***as don't be wantin' that (Why?) 'Coz they puss and they mans is lame We so 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 n***as 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 We gon' make it Jada ma, I'll kiss you you b**h a** n***a That the hood won't miss you you b**h a** n***a Might find your man dead in the ocean (He be aright though) You know dead rappers get better promotion Why we don't laugh at d**h, and cry at birth Never say you can't do it til you try it first Be the young n***as eager to pull it But it's a message in everything trust me, even a bullet Go to war with the eight and the pound Think you got your ear to the street now Put your face in the ground 'Coz my shells is expensive You'll know exactly Why when you yellin' in intensive My fellas is offensive Lucky 'coz I got guns that crack your back But that's not what I prefer I manufacture crack And, n***as turn b**h 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 Eatin' right, gettin' good rest either on the far or the foam I'm the reason n***as got deals the past few years Sound anything like Kiss then sign right here And, y'all just talkin', I'm doin' it well Jadakiss motherf**er I'ma see you in hell, what 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