Ja Rule - Kill 'Em All lyrics

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