[Verse 1: Jadakiss & Styles P]

Fuck – the – frail shit

Uhn – '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

[Hook: Jadakiss]

We – gon' – make – it

We gon' make it, we gon' make it

We – gon' – make – it

We gon' make it, we gon' make it

[Verse 2: Eve]

Uh, c'mon

E-V-E, call it a bug in your ear, you never kill

Still woulda been a threat to you bitches without a deal

Life a little liver, I went from hangin' out to socializin'

Mind frame change once the dough arrives

You bitches happy with a touch and a thrill

I need a lot of paper, my stimulation comes from snatchin' up deals

How many times I gotta tell you, silly?

Don't no corny shit come outta Philly

And I'ma push it 'til the world feel me

I'm still as hungry as the day I began

And gettin' comfortable to let you in ain't part of the plan

I need some private jets, fly to islands to watch the sun set

A country ranch with throughbreds as pets

Nothin' less than the rich, bitch, and watch me take it

Chickens ain't a threat to the girl, we gon' make it

Keep it crackin like you wouldn't believe, Double R

Hot shit, the hottest shit – Styles, Jada, and Eve, what?

[Hook: Jadakiss]

We – gon' – make – it

We gon' make it, we gon' make it

We – gon' – make – it

[Verse 3: Styles]

It's about time I blow, and if I don't do my numbers, dawg, I still got my aces

We robbin' industry niggas, hands on your jewels

And if it's money in the pocket, then Paniro gotta take it

A dog caught a body, still runnin', that's the basics

First nigga in the hood to get his car a facelift

All my niggas know – more money, more cases

Front if you want, that's my gun in yo' faces

My reputation alone should speak for itself

I come prepared with the chrome and bust the heat for myself

I got a little brother in heaven

My niggas on the corner, in the yard, that'd love to see the God in the seven

Point 5-4-I-L; might not sell, but what the FUCK

When it comes to bein' hard, I'm a legend

Double R, Styles is the streets

And the kids pick up shit quick, they gotta see they fathers eat

And my niggas is all I got

So if I gotta go to war with y'all team, I'm leavin' all y'all shot

[Hook: Jadakiss, (Styles)]

We – gon' – make – it (That's right, we gon' make it)

We gon' make it, we gon' make it (We got no choice but to make it)

We – gon' – make – it (We got kids to feed...)

We gon' make it, we gon' make it (We got people in jail that need packages)

We – gon' – make – it (We got brothers on the corner, we gotta make 'em step their game up)

We gon' make it, we gon' make it (We gotta stop gettin' arrested)

We – gon' – make – it

We gon' make it, we gon' make it (We gon' make it, we gon' get this paper)

We – gon' – make – it (I swear we will)