We Gonna Make It Lyrics - Jadakiss feat. Styles P

Styles P Kiss tha Game Goodbye cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2001-8-7
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Thug Rap
length: 3:34
performer: Styles P
Uh, uh,
****, the, frail ****
Uh, 'cause when my coke come in
They gotta use the scales that they weigh the whales wit

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

Determined *****s make it
Kickin down the door and we burning *****s 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 **** that the government got
Talkin money then you rubbing the spot

Real *****s say that they be wilding
We on the Cayman Islands
On a yacht wit our favorite albums

a bad hoe and a plate of salmon
Smoking and drinking ***** is you thinking that our fate is violent

I love my ***** for the fact that he real
and nobody on the faculty squeal, what

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

[Chorus: x3 Jadakiss]
We goin' make it
we goin' make it, we goin' 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 wit 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

**********ing *****s is back, Jada and P
We got water, (X, haze)
Plus weight in the D
and I'm tired of hearing about old *****s that had it
and be the same old *****s that ratted
(Who cares?) Talkin 'bout how we hawk *****s in they ****in back

Gun works official but *****s don't be wantin that

(Why?) cause they puss and they mans is lame

We so 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 *****s that deliver it hard


Ja- da- mwa, I'll kiss you you ***** *** *****
That the hood won't miss you you ***** *** *****
Might find your man dead in the ocean

He be aight 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 *****s eager to pull it
but it's a message in everything trust me, even a bullet
Go to war with the eight 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 yelling 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, *****s turn ***** 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
Eatin right, getting good rest either on the far or the foam
I'm the reason *****s 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 ************ I'ma see you in hell, what


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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)