We Gone Make It (feat. Apollo) - Holt

Uh, uh Fuck the frail shit, uh, 'cause when my coke come in They gotta use the scale that they weigh the whales with Carlssons on the Jeep, Bugatti made the prototype Hoped you'd get the picture but you just can't photo life Determined niggas make it Kicking down the door and we burning niggas naked The house costs a million, sitting 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 shit that the government got Talking money then you rubbing the spot Real niggas say that they be wilding We on the Cayman Islands on a yacht with our favorite albums A bad ho and a plate of salmon, smoking and drinking Nigga, is you thinking that our fate is violent? I love my nigga for the fact that he real And nobody on the faculty squeal And if you facing capital pun, pass 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 with me In this case, who's the loser? Ran through enough coke for Castro to build schools in Cuba Teaching kids how to read and write and use the Ruger Motherfuckin' niggas is back, Jada and P We got water, X, haze, plus weight of the D And I'm tired of hearing about old niggas that had it And be the same old niggas that ratted (who cares?) Talking 'bout how we hawk niggas in they fuckin' back Gun work's official but niggas don't be wanting that (Why?) 'Cause they puss and they mans is lame We Soul 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 niggas 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 Jada, mwah, I'll kiss you, you bitch ass nigga Bet the hood won't miss you, you bitch ass nigga Might find your man dead in the ocean (he be a'ight though) You know dead rappers get better promotion Why we don't laugh at death, and cry at birth Never say you can't do it 'til you try it first Be the young niggas eager to pull it But it's a message in everything, trust me, even a bullet Go to war with the 8 and the pound Think you got your ear to the street now Put your face in the ground 'cause my shells is expensive You'll know exactly why when you yellin' in intensive My fellas is offensive Lucky 'cause I got guns that crack your back But that's not what I prefer, I manufacture crack And niggas turn bitch 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 Eating right, getting good rest either on the bar or the phone I'm the reason niggas got deals the past few years "Sound anything like Kiss? Then sign right here!" And, y'all just talking, I'm doing it well Jadakiss, motherfucker, I'ma see you in hell 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