yo yo
check em out|it’s the new A5s you got to rock em
they even put a zone in the league to try to stop him
hes the answer and the problem you don’t want it with the
that boy go the hole and take punishment
the young boss of the cross for 4 quarters
and from 3-point land he’s all water
matter fact call him the king the way he breaks down the defense
it’s likes he got the call on a string
and he will blow by you fast
pentatrate and dish it high off or let it go high off the glass
all you need is a pair of these nothing else
your heistation is stopping and papa be something else,
track master and j to the par
i keep an x-tra pair in my car
in case you wanna take it to the park
high percentage i’ma make it from the arc
take it from the heart ( laugh)
this is kiss talking to you
the A5 limited edition
reebok brought them to you
uh even on the court we stay fly
Jada and AI you make sure you go get the A5s
even on the court we stay fly
Jada and AI you make sure you go get the A5s

[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!

HOOK: E McCaine
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

HOOK

[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

HOOK

[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…

HOOK 2X