Jada's Got a Gun Lyrics - Jadakiss

Jadakiss Kiss tha Game Goodbye cover art
publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Kasseem Dean, Eric Mc Caine, Jason T Phillips
release date: 2001-8-7
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Thug Rap
length: 4:28
producer: Swizz Beatz
In the streets [it's real]
**** it ****in real out here [no doubt...]
*****s be hatin, violatin [fo sho, **** it]
but you need to know... owww!

Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a GUN
*****s, clear out, *****es, duck and RUN
Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a GUN
*****s, clear out, *****es, duck and RUN

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 ***anium, 38, and it's featherweight
bullets like good dope how I keep 'em coming
kill a couple *****s 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

[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 **** that could wake up the deaf
that'll knock down the door and break up the steps
don't even bother wearin a vest
'cause these ain't the kinda slugs that's gon' get lodged in your chest
gotta nighttime scope that could see through the walls
so just to get **** 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
'cause the 44 mag'll leave your *** by another house
this is Jadakiss, I'm sprayin everything I see in my radius
the kids stay blazin ****
which gun is my favorite
I don't know I got 'em all from the old to the latest ****

[Verse 3]
guns and the sneakers made Jada
the *****es 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 why'all
why you think I saved it, to blow 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 *****s 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
**** pride, bullets is too damn hot
so if you ain't got one then you gotta run
handle it, or tell the whole world that...


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CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Jada's Got a Gun
  • 3 Show Discipline
  • 4 Knock Yourself Out
  • 5 We Gonna Make It
  • 6 None of Y'all Betta
  • 7 Stick Yourself (skit)
  • 8 I'm a Gangsta
  • 9 Nasty Girl
  • 10 Put Ya Hands Up
  • 11 Jay Jerkin' (skit)
  • 12 On My Way
  • 13 Cruisin'
  • 14 Kiss Is Spittin
  • 15 Fuckin' or What?
  • 16 It's Time I See You
  • 17 What You Ride For?
  • 18 Un-Hunh!
  • 19 Feel Me (skit)
  • 20 Keep Ya Head Up
  • 21 Charge It (skit)