Uh, uh
  Fuck...the...frail shit
  Uh, cuz when my coke come in
  They gotta use the scales that they weigh the whales wit
  
  [Styles]
  Carsons on the jeep, but Gotti made the prototype
  Hoped you get the picture but you just can't photo light
  
  [Jadakiss]
  Determined niggaz make it
  Kickin' down the door and we burnin' niggaz naked
  
  [Styles]
  The house costs a million, sittin' on the beach
  And the only thing I know if it's furnished, I'ma take it
  
  [Jadakiss]
  My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360
  We got the shit that the government got
  Talkin' money then you rubbin' the spot
  
  [Stlyes]
  Real niggaz say that they be wildin'
  We on the Caiman islands
  On a yacht wit our favorite albums
  
  [Jadakiss]
  A bad hoe and a plate of salmon
  Smokin' and drinkin', nigga is you thinkin' that our fate is valid?
  
  [Styles]
  I love my nigga for the fact that he real
  And nobody on the faculty squeal, what
  
  [Jadakiss]
  And if you facin' capital pun, pass me a gun
  And I'ma give you time to run, while I rapidly peel, uh
  
  [Chorus 2x: Jadakiss]
  We...gon...make it
  We gon make it, we gon make it
  
  [Eve]
  Uh, c'mon
  E-V-E, call it a bug in your ear
  You never kill, still would've been a threat to you bitches without a deal
  Like a little lava, I went from hangin' out to socializing'
  And mind frame change once the dough arrives
  You bitches happy with a touch and a feel
  I need a lot of paper
  My stimulation comes from snachin' 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 their part of the plan
  I need some private jets, fly to islands and watch the sunset
  A country rich with through breds as pets
  Nothin' less than the rich, bitch
  And watch me take it
  Chickens ain't a threat to the girl, we goon make it
  Keep it cracking' like you wouldn't believe, Double R
  Hot shit, the hottest shit
  Style, Jada and Eve, what?
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Styles]
  It's about time I blow
  And if I don't do my numbers
  Dog, I still got my aces
  We robin' industry naggers, hands on your jewels
  And if moneys' in the pocket, then DeNiro gotta take it
  A dog caught a body, still run-in', that's the basics
  First nigga in the hood to get his car facelift
  All my niggaz know more money, more cases
  Front if you want, that's my gun in your faces
  My repetition alone, she speak for herself
  I come prepared with the chrome, bust the heat for myself
  I got a little brother in heaven
  My niggaz in the corner
  In the yard that'll would love to see the God or the seven
  Point 5-4-I-L might not sell, but what the FUCK
  When it comes to bein' hard, I'ma legend
  Double R, Styles +is the streets+
  And the kids pick up shit quick, they gotta see there fathers' eat
  And my niggaz is all I got
  So if I gotta go to war with ya team
  Then IÕm leavin' all y'all shot
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Styles speaking over chorus]
  That's right, we gonna make it
  We got no choice but to make it
  We got kids to feed, we got people in jail that need packages
  We brothers on the corner, we gotta make them step their game up
  We gotta stop gettin' arrested
  We gon make it, SP
  I swear we will