Ja Rule feat. Jay-Z Kill 'Em All Lyrics

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It must be the way that I spit ****
That make you say damn this ***** ridiculous
The way I hit 'em and move ***** I can't lose
Inconspicuous incognito *****s ain't ready
For whoever who has the flow ***** 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 'cause I'ma 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' ***** wipe yo eye!
Get used to obvious lies and dead wise guys
And any ***** *****s feel they ****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 ************s I was playin' baby I hit 'em all

[Chorus]
Load 'em all be tonight 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
Expect my's to the day 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'm a Hit 'em Hit 'em Hit 'em Hit 'em

Baby I kill 'em all whatcha want to do with this
***** nothin' so shut the **** up
And learn somethin' see my team can get a whole town gamin'
Give it up we even take the small change
***** yeah uh you think my way of life ****ed up right?
Till you live it and the cash gets to eatin' at yo spirit
Fear it you be a broke *****, you near it,
You be the next *****,never have to go back and been it
Cold stares thought you need a killa 'round here
Y'all *****s 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 *****s 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 *****s 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 want to shoot all *****s I feel should be shot on the spot
Let 'em rot with lead in their knot
Oh **** you ***** *** *****s 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 **** tight
Should we expect move right
And everything is aight
But if you slip son that *** is gone top dogg ************s recognize
Baby I'm Hit 'em all

[Chorus]

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