Ja Rule

Ja Rule - Kill 'em All lyrics

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It must be the way that I spit shit
 That make you say damn this nigga ridiculous
 The way I hit 'em and move nigga I can't lose
 Inconspicuous incognito niggas ain't ready
 For whoever who has the flow nigga know I spit deadly
 Fear me to the day I'm dead on the street with holes in me
 The ghettos got love for me cuz ima lay for 'em
 If I have to gradually down  or after
 The only fib be love and disaster
 Tears before laughter but who gonna cry?
 My style be so touchin' nigga wipe yo eye!
 Get used to obvious lies and dead wise guys
 and any bitch niggaz feel they fuckin wit my's
 C'mon let's get it on, to the break in the dawn,
 before long if you wrong you be dead and gone
 And now i'm the bomb to clarify my name in vain
 What you thought motherfuckers I was playin? Baby I hit 'em all


 (Chorus: Jay-Z, Ja Rule)

 Lord I won't be denied...	I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
 For as long as I'm a alive	I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
 I want my piece of the pie	I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
 Respect mine till the date of my demise...
 Baby I'ma Hit 'em all
 Thinkin' its a game		I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
 Show 'em I ain't playin' 	I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
 For operatin' like planes 	I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
 Hit 'em Hit 'em

 Ja Rule: Verse 2

 Baby I kill 'em all whatcha wanna do with this
 nigga nuthin so shut the fuck up
 And learn somethin' see my team can get a whole town gamin'
 Give it up we even take the small change
 Nigga yeah uh you think my way of life fucked up right?
 Till you live it and the cash gets to eattin at yo spirit
 Fear it you be a broke nigga, you near it,
 you be the next nigga,never have to go back and been it
 Cold stares thought you need a killa 'round here
 Y'all niggaz really have some pitiful ideas
 I keep tryin to get this world to see
 hustle hard my mind on that money
 My motto to be stack it if you got it for when you get it
 Don't talk about it just be about it that it
 Went all odds against niggaz gettin' rich figure
 to earn a dollar makes sense Baby I Hit 'em all

 (Chorus)

 Baby I come in style comin' fresh out of Queens (Brooklyn)
 I recognize how my killa cliques gettin' down
 Everyday is while takin' yours into process niggaz is stress
 Leavin' peep holes in yo chest god bless the next that get laid to rest
 Frustration and stress make me question death
 I wanna shoot all niggaz I feel should be shot on the spot
 Let 'em rot with lead in their knot
 Oh shit you bitch ass niggaz be lit
 Smoke weed it give you the heart to proceed
 Whatcha game plan you da man
 Go for your guns feel no remorse
 When i leave your brain ???
 Now settle down get your shit tight
 Should we expect move right
 And everything is aight
 But if you slip son that ass is gone top dogg motherfuckers recognize
 Baby I'm Hit 'em all

 (Chorus
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels Recordings

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: Venni Vetti Vecci (1999)

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