[Antoine Stanton] In the streets [it's real] sh** it f**in real out here [no doubt...] n***as be hatin, violatin [fo sho, f** it] but you need to know... owww! HOOK: E McCaine 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 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 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 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 sh** 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 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 aint got one then you gotta run handle it, or tell the whole world that... HOOK 2X