Ja Rule KilI 'Em All Lyrics

[Ja Rule]: [Verse 1]

It must be the way that I spit s___
That make you say d___ this n____ ridiculous
The way I hit 'em and move n____ I can't lose
Inconspicuous incognito n____s ain't ready
For whoever who has the flow n____ 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' n____ wipe yo eye!
Get used to obvious lies and dead wise guys
and any b____ n____z feel they f___in 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 m_________ers 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
n____ nuthin so shut the f___ up
And learn somethin' see my team can get a whole town gamin'
Give it up we even take the small change
n____ yeah uh you think my way of life f___ed up right?
Till you live it and the cash gets to eattin at yo spirit
Fear it you be a broke n____, you near it,
you be the next n____,never have to go back and been it
Cold stares thought you need a killa 'round here
Y'all n____z 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 n____z 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 n____z 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 n____z I feel should be shot on the spot
Let 'em rot with lead in their knot
Oh s___ you b____ a__ n____z 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 s___ tight
Should we expect move right
And everything is aight
But if you slip son that a__ is gone top dogg m_________ers recognize
Baby I'm Hit 'em all

[Chorus]