Ja Rule - Kill 'em All Lyrics
Ja rule-It must be the way that I spit shitThat make you say damn this nigga ridiculousThe way I hit em and move nigga I cant loseInconspicuous incognito niggas aint readyFor whoever who has the flow nigga know I spit deadlyFear me to the day Im dead on the street with holes in meThe ghettos got love for me cuz ima lay for emIf I have to gradually down or afterThe only fib be love and disasterTears before laughter but who gonna cry?My style be so touchin nigga wipe yo eye!Get used to obvious lies and dead wise guysAnd any ***** niggaz feel they *****in wit mysCmon lets get it on, to the break in the dawn,Before long if you wrong you be dead and goneAnd now Im the bomb to clarify my name in vainWhat you thought mother*****ers I was playin? baby I hit em all(chorus)Jay-z and ja rule-Load em all be tonight ima hit em hit emFor as long as Im a alive ima hit em hit emI want my piece of the pie ima hit em hit emExpect mys to the day of my demise baby ima hit em allThinkin its a game ima hit em hit emShow em I aint playin ima hit em hit emFor operatin like planes Im a hit em hit em hit em hit emBaby I kill em all whatcha wanna do with thisNigga nuthin so shut the ***** upAnd learn somethin see my team can get a whole town gaminGive it up we even take the small changeNigga yeah uh you think my way of life *****ed up right?Till you live it and the cash gets to eattin at yo spiritFear it you be a broke nigga, you near it,You be the next nigga,never have to go back and been itCold stares thought you need a killa round hereYall niggaz really have some pitiful ideasI keep tryin to get this world to seeHustle hard my mind on that moneyMy motto to be stack it if you got it for when you get itDont talk about it just be about it that itWent all odds against niggaz gettin rich figureTo 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 downEveryday is while takin yours into process niggaz is stressLeavin peep holes in yo chest God bless the next that get laid to restFrustration and stress make me question deathI wanna shoot all niggaz I feel should be shot on the spotLet em rot with lead in their knotOh shit you ***** ass niggaz be litSmoke weed it give you the heart to proceedWhatcha game plan you da manGo for your guns feel no remorseWhen I leave your brain ? ? ?Now settle down get your shit tightShould we expect move rightAnd everything is aightBut if you slip son that ass is gone top dogg mother*****ers recognizeBaby Im hit em all(chorus)
