[Ja Rule]: [Verse 1] 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 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 mother 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 nigga nuthin 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 Nigga yeah uh you think my way of life ed 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 tight Should we expect move right And everything is aight But if you slip son that ass is gone top dogg mother ers recognize Baby I m Hit em all [Chorus] |
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