[Antoine Stanton]
  In the streets [it's real]
  shit it fuckin real out here [no doubt...]
  niggas be hatin, violatin [fo sho, fuck it]
  but you need to know... owww!
  
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  Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a GUN
  Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and RUN
  Jada's, got a, Jada's, got a GUN
  Niggas, clear out, bitches, duck and RUN
  
  [Verse 1]
  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 titanium, 38, and it's featherweight
  bullets like good dope how I keep 'em coming
  kill a couple niggas 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
  
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  [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 shit that could wake up the deaf
  that'll knock down the door and break up the steps
  don't even bother wearin a vest
  cuz these aint the kinda slugs that's gon' get lodged in your chest
  gotta nighttime scope that could see through the walls
  so just to get shit 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
  cuz the 44 mag'll leave your ass by another house
  this is Jadakiss, I'm sprayin everything I see in my radius
  the kids stay blazin shit
  which gun is my favorite
  I don't know I got 'em all from the old to the latest shit
  
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  [Verse 3]
  guns and the sneakers made Jada
  the bitches 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 y'all
  why you think I saved it, to blow a nigga 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 niggas 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
  fuck pride, bullets is too damn hot
  so if you aint got one then you gotta run
  handle it, or tell the whole world that...
  
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