#ThrowbackThursday: Jadakiss  – We Gonna Make It feat. Styles P & Eve

#ThrowbackThursday: Jadakiss – We Gonna Make It feat. Styles P & Eve

Once a Bad Boy, then became a Ruff Ryder, and now is working on his fourth studio album on his own D-Block Records. Jadakiss is a well known player in the music game; he is Living Off Experience just as The L.O.X. would have it. He originally began making mix tapes and well known singles like “Money, Power, Respect” and “If You Think I’m Jiggy” with Sheek Louch and Styles P. On his own, he has had much success and is featured with Young Jeezy, Wiz Khalifa, Chris Brown, Rick Ross, and Lil Wayne on many mix tapes. 


In his younger years, Jadakiss couldn’t leave the Yonkers, NY crime seen alone. He found himself getting stopped by the cops twice for illegal possession of drugs and stolen firearms. I find it funny because during one of his encounters with the cops, he was sitting in a 2006 Toyota Camry with four other guys. Not too often do millionaires drive in Camrys when commiting a crime, but that is the rap game for you.

Jadakiss – We Gonna’ Make It Ft. Styles P & Eve

Lyrics –  We Gonna’ Make It Ft. Styles P & Eve

Uhh, uh
Fuck.. the.. frail shit
Uhh, 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 get the picture but you just can’t photo light

Determined niggaz make it
Kickin down the door and we burnin niggaz naked

The house costs a million, sittin 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
Talkin money then you rubbin the spot

Real niggaz say that they be wildin
We on the Cayman Islands; on a yacht wit our favorite albums

A bad hoe and a plate of salmon
Smokin and drinkin, nigga is you thinkin that our fate is violent?

I love my nigga 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 2X: Jadakiss]
We.. gon’.. make it
We gon’ make it, we gon’ make it

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?


It’s about time I blow
And if I don’t do my numbers dog I still got my aces
We robbin industry niggaz, hands on your jewels
And if it’s money in the pocket, then DeNiro 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 niggaz 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 niggaz on the corner
in the yard that’d 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 they fathers eat
And my niggaz is all I got
So if I gotta go to war with y’all team I’m leavin all y’all shot


[Styles speaking over chorus]
That’s right, we gon’ 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, we gon’ get this paper
I swear we will

Jadakiss – Why (Uncut Version) ft. Anthony Hamilton

Lyrics – Why (Uncut Version) ft. Anthony Hamilton

It’s dat real
Yo, why is Jadakiss as hard as it gets
Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in dept
And why them dudes ain’t ridin’ if there part of your set
And why they never get it poppin’ but they party to death
Yea, and why they gon give you life for a murder
Turn around only give you eight months for a burner, it’s goin down
Why they sellin’ niggaz CD’s for under a dime
If it’s all love daddy why you come wit your nine
Why my niggaz ain’t get that cake
Why is a brother up North better than Jordan
That ain’t get that break
Why you ain’t stackin’ instead of tryin’ to be fly
Why is rattin’ at an all time high
Why are you even alive
Why they kill Tupac n’ Chris
Why at the bar you ain’t take straight shots instead of poppin Crist’
Why them bullets have to hit that door
Why did Kobe have to hit that raw
Why he kiss that whore

[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
All that I been givin’
Is this thing that I’ve been living
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that
Try’d to make it my way
But got sent up on the highway
Why, oh why
Why they gotta do me like that

Why would niggaz push pounds and powder
Why did bush knock down the towers
Why you around them cowards
Why Aaliyah have to take that flight
Why my nigga D ain’t pull out his Ferrari
Why he take that bike
Why they gotta open your package and read your mail
Why they stop lettin’ niggaz get degreez in jail
Why you gotta do eighty-five percent of your time
And why do niggaz lie in eighty-five percent of they rhymes
Why a nigga always want what he can’t have
Why I can’t come through in the pecan Jag
Why did crack have to hit so hard
Even though it’s almost over
Why niggaz can’t get no jobs
Why they come up wit the witness protection
Why they let the terminator win the election
Come on, pay attention
Why sell in the stores what you can sell in the streets
Why I say the hottest shit but we sellin’ the least


Uh, yea, yo
Why Halle have to let a white man pop her to get a Oscar
Why Denzel have to be crooked before he took it
Why they didn’t make the CL6 wit a clutch
And if you don’t smoke why the hell you reachin’ for my dutch
Why rap, cause I need air time
Why be on the curb wit a “why lie I need a beer” sign
Why all the young niggaz is dyin’
Cause they moms at work, they pops is gone, they livin’ wit iron
Why they ain’t give us a cure for aids
Why my diesel have fiends in the spot on the floor for days
Why you screamin’ like it’s slug, it’s only the hawk
Why my buzz in L.A. ain’t like it is in New York
Why you forcin’ you to be hard
Why ain’t you a thug by choice
Why the whole world love my voice
Why try to tell ’em that it’s the flow son
And you know why they made the new twenties
Cause I got all my old ones
That’s why