Kill Em All Lyrics

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Kill Em All Lyrics

Artist Ja Rule

Ja Rule: Verse 1 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 am 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 am

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 ama Hit

'em Hit 'em For as long as I am a alive I ama Hit 'em Hit 'em I want my piece of

the pie I ama Hit 'em Hit 'em Respect mine till the date of my demise... Baby I

ama Hit 'em all Thinkin' its a game I ama Hit 'em Hit 'em Show 'em I ain't

playin' I ama Hit 'em Hit 'em For operatin' like planes I ama 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 am Hit 'em all (Chorus)

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