Jadakiss We Gonna Make It (remix) Lyrics

We Gonna Make It (remix) Lyrics

[Jadakiss]
Uh, uh
f**k...the...frail shit
Uh, cuz when my coke come in
They gotta use the scales that they weigh the whales wit

[Styles]
Carsons on the jeep, but Gotti made the prototype
Hoped you get the picture but you just can't photo light

[Jadakiss]
Determined niggaz make it
Kickin' down the door and we burnin' niggaz naked

[Styles]
The house costs a million, sittin' on the beach
And the only thing I know if it's furnished, I'ma take it

[Jadakiss]
My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360
We got the sh*t that the government got
Talkin' money then you rubbin' the spot

[Stlyes]
Real niggaz say that they be wildin'
We on the Caiman islands
On a yacht wit our favorite albums

[Jadakiss]
A bad hoe and a plate of salmon
Smokin' and drinkin', nigga is you thinkin' that our fate is valid?

[Styles]
I love my nigga for the fact that he real
And nobody on the faculty squeal, what

[Jadakiss]
And if you facin' capital pun, pass me a gun
And I'ma give you time to run, while I rapidly peel, uh

[Chorus 2x: Jadakiss]
We...gon...make it
We gon make it, we gon make it

[Eve]
Uh, c'mon
E-V-E, call it a bug in your ear
You never kill, still would've been a threat to you bit*hes without a deal
Like a little lava, I went from hangin' out to socializing'
And mind frame change once the dough arrives
You bit*hes happy with a touch and a feel
I need a lot of paper
My stimulation comes from snachin' up deals
How many times I gotta tell you, silly?
Don't no corny sh*t 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 their part of the plan
I need some private jets, fly to islands and watch the sunset
A country rich with through breds as pets
Nothin' less than the rich, bit*h
And watch me take it
Chickens ain't a threat to the girl, we goon make it
Keep it cracking' like you wouldn't believe, Double R
Hot shit, the hottest shit
Style, Jada and Eve, what?

[Chorus]

[Styles]
It's about time I blow
And if I don't do my numbers
Dog, I still got my aces
We robin' industry naggers, hands on your jewels
And if moneys' in the pocket, then DeNiro gotta take it
A dog caught a body, still run-in', that's the basics
First nigga in the hood to get his car facelift
All my niggaz know more money, more cases
Front if you want, that's my gun in your faces
My repetition alone, she speak for herself
I come prepared with the chrome, bust the heat for myself
I got a little brother in heaven
My niggaz in the corner
In the yard that'll would love to see the God or the seven
Point 5-4-I-L might not sell, but what the F**K
When it comes to bein' hard, I'ma legend
Double R, Styles +is the streets+
And the kids pick up sh*t quick, they gotta see there fathers' eat
And my niggaz is all I got
So if I gotta go to war with ya team
Then I?m leavin' all y'all shot

[Chorus]

[Styles speaking over chorus]
That's right, we gonna make it
We got no choice but to make it
We got kids to feed, we got people in jail that need packages
We brothers on the corner, we gotta make them step their game up
We gotta stop gettin' arrested
We gon make it, SP
I swear we will