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Ja Rule lyrics

Kill 'Em All


Ja Rule, Jay-Z: Intro

Uh uh huh yeah ha geah yeah
What you doin nigga? cool uh
My nigga Ja yo we get 'em down
Respect that we get 'em down and now
Uh huh yeah my niggaz as we hit 'em yeah yeah
Y'all niggaz get outta pocket uh uh uh
Without a doubt ma? y'all niggaz gotta stop playin' too
As we hit 'em hit 'em you know why?
Yeah nigga we kill 'em all
Get down my niggaz uh huh yo
We gon' hit 'em hit 'em uh uh huh yeah
Top Dogg my niggaz huh yeah baby
We gon' hit 'em hit 'em uh uh uh yeah what

Ja Rule: Verse 1

It must be the way that I spit shit
That make you say damn, this nigga's ridiculous
The way I, hit 'em and move, nigga I can't lose
Inconspicuous incognito, niggaz ain't ready
For whoever who have the flow, niggaz know, I spit deadly
Fear me to the day, I'm dead on the streets
With holes in me, the ghetto's got love for me
'Cuz I'ma lay for 'em if I have to, gradually there after
The only fib be love and disaster
Tears before laughter, but who gon' cry?
My style be so touchin' nigga wipe yo eye
Bring truths to obvious lies, and dead wise guys
And any bitch niggaz feel they fuckin' wit mines
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 live on, to clarify my name, in vain
What you thought motherfuckers I was playin'?
Baby I kill 'em all

Jay-Z, Ja Rule: Chorus

Lord I won't be denied I'ma, hit 'em hit 'em
For as long as I'm alive I'ma, hit 'em hit 'em
I want my piece of the pie I'ma, hit 'em hit 'em
Respect mines to the date of my demise
Baby I kill 'em all
You thinkin' it's a game I'ma, hit 'em hit 'em
To show 'em I ain't playin' I'ma, hit 'em hit 'em
For operatin' like lanes I'ma, hit 'em hit 'em
Hit 'em hit 'em
Baby I kill 'em all

Ja Rule: Verse 2

What you wanna do with this nigga? nuttin'
So shut the fuck up and learn somethin'
See my team can get a whole town gamin', give me up
We even take the small change nigga, gea it up
You think my way of life's fucked up right? until you live it
And the cash gets to eatin' at ya spirit
Fear it, you be a broke nigga, you get near it
You be the next nigga, never have to go back and been it
Cold stares, what make you a killa around here
Y'all niggaz, really got 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 make sense
Baby I kill 'em all

Jay-Z, Ja Rule: Chorus

Ja Rule: Verse 3

Murderous style, comin' fresh, how do Queens sounds?
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 the weed, that give you the heart to proceed
What ya game plan, you the man, go for your guns
Feel no remorse when I leave yo brain in front
Now, settle down, get your shit tight
Should we expect move right, and everything's aight
But if you slip, son that ass is gone
Top Dogg motherfuckers recognize, baby I kill 'em all

Jay-Z, Ja Rule: Chorus

Jay-Z, Ja Rule: Outro

Hit 'em hit 'em yeah
Yeah hit 'em hit 'em
Top Dogg hit 'em hit 'em
Def Jam yea baby
Ja Rule ha
Recognize the game nigga we don't play
Errbody in vain
Murder down
Murder stance
Real shit