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[Jadakiss]Uh, uhFuck...the...frail shitUh, cuz when my coke come inThey gotta use the scales that they weigh the whales wit[Styles]Carsons on the jeep, but Gotti made the prototypeHoped you get the picture but you just can't photo light[Jadakiss]Determined niggaz make itKickin' down the door and we burnin' niggaz naked[Styles]The house costs a million, sittin' on the beachAnd the only thing I know if it's furnished, I'ma take it[Jadakiss]My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360We got the shit that the government gotTalkin' money then you rubbin' the spot[Stlyes]Real niggaz say that they be wildin'We on the Caiman islandsOn a yacht wit our favorite albums[Jadakiss]A bad hoe and a plate of salmonSmokin' and drinkin', nigga is you thinkin' that our fate is valid?[Styles]I love my nigga for the fact that he realAnd nobody on the faculty squeal, what[Jadakiss]And if you facin' capital pun, pass me a gunAnd I'ma give you time to run, while I rapidly peel, uh[Chorus 2x: Jadakiss]We...gon...make itWe gon make it, we gon make it[Eve]Uh, c'monE-V-E, call it a bug in your earYou never kill, still would've been a threat to you bitches without a dealLike a little lava, I went from hangin' out to socializing'And mind frame change once the dough arrivesYou bitches happy with a touch and a feelI need a lot of paperMy stimulation comes from snachin' up dealsHow many times I gotta tell you, silly?Don't no corny shit come outta PhillyAnd I'ma push it 'til the world feel meI'm still as hungry as the day I beganAnd gettin' comfortable to let you in their part of the planI need some private jets, fly to islands and watch the sunsetA country rich with through breds as petsNothin' less than the rich, bitchAnd watch me take itChickens ain't a threat to the girl, we goon make itKeep it cracking' like you wouldn't believe, Double RHot shit, the hottest shitStyle, Jada and Eve, what?[Chorus][Styles]It's about time I blowAnd if I don't do my numbersDog, I still got my acesWe robin' industry naggers, hands on your jewelsAnd if moneys' in the pocket, then DeNiro gotta take itA dog caught a body, still run-in', that's the basicsFirst nigga in the hood to get his car faceliftAll my niggaz know more money, more casesFront if you want, that's my gun in your facesMy repetition alone, she speak for herselfI come prepared with the chrome, bust the heat for myselfI got a little brother in heavenMy niggaz in the cornerIn the yard that'll would love to see the God or the sevenPoint 5-4-I-L might not sell, but what the FUCKWhen it comes to bein' hard, I'ma legendDouble R, Styles +is the streets+And the kids pick up shit quick, they gotta see there fathers' eatAnd my niggaz is all I gotSo if I gotta go to war with ya teamThen IÕm leavin' all y'all shot[Chorus][Styles speaking over chorus]That's right, we gonna make itWe got no choice but to make itWe got kids to feed, we got people in jail that need packagesWe brothers on the corner, we gotta make them step their game upWe gotta stop gettin' arrestedWe gon make it, SPI swear we willmore