- Ja Rule K**l Em All 歌詞
- JAY-Z Ja Rule
- Ja Rule-
It must be the way that I spit *************t
That make you say damn this ************* ridiculous
The way I hit em and move ************* I cant lose
Inconspicuous incognito *************s aint ready
For whoever who has the flow ************* know I spit deadly
Fear me to the day Im 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 ***** ******** wipe yo eye!
Get used to obvious lies and dead wise guys
and any ************* ******** *****z feel they ****** wit mys
Cmon lets get it on, to the break in the dawn,
before long if you wrong you be dead and gone
And now im the bomb to clarify my name in vain
What you thought mother******s I was playin? Baby I hit em all
(Chorus)
Jay-Z and Ja Rule-
Load em all be tonight Ima Hit em Hit em
For as long as Im a alive Ima Hit em Hit em
I want my piece of the pie Ima Hit em Hit em
Expect mys to the day of my demise Baby Ima Hit em all
Thinkin its a game Ima Hit em Hit em
Show em I aint playin Ima Hit em Hit em
For operatin like planes Im a Hit em Hit em Hit em Hit em
Baby I kill em all whatcha wanna do with this
************* 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
************* yeah uh you think my way of life **** ** up right?
Till you live it and the cash gets to eattin 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
Yall ******* ******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
Dont talk about it just be about it that it
Went all odds against *************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 **** *********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 *** **********z I feel should be shot on the spot
Let em rot with lead in their knot
Oh *************t you * ************ ass *************z be lit
Smoke ****** 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 *************t tight
Should we expect move right
And everything is aight
But if you slip son that ass is gone top dogg mother******s recognize
Baby Im Hit em all
(Chorus)
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