| Ja Rule- | |
| 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 fuckin 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 motherfuckers 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 I'm a alive Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em | |
| I want my piece of the pie Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em | |
| Expect my's to the day of my demise Baby Ima Hit 'em all | |
| Thinkin' its a game Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em | |
| Show 'em I ain't 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 | |
| nigga nuthin so shut the fuck 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 fucked 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 your shit tight | |
| Should we expect move right | |
| And everything is aight | |
| But if you slip son that ass is gone top dogg motherfuckers recognize | |
| Baby I'm Hit 'em all | |
| (Chorus) |
| Ja Rule | |
| 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 fuckin 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 motherfuckers I was playin? Baby I hit ' em all | |
| Chorus | |
| JayZ and Ja Rule | |
| Load ' em all be tonight Ima Hit ' em Hit ' em | |
| For as long as I' m a alive Ima Hit ' em Hit ' em | |
| I want my piece of the pie Ima Hit ' em Hit ' em | |
| Expect my' s to the day of my demise Baby Ima Hit ' em all | |
| Thinkin' its a game Ima Hit ' em Hit ' em | |
| Show ' em I ain' t 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 | |
| nigga nuthin so shut the fuck 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 fucked 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 your shit tight | |
| Should we expect move right | |
| And everything is aight | |
| But if you slip son that ass is gone top dogg motherfuckers recognize | |
| Baby I' m Hit ' em all | |
| Chorus |
| Ja Rule | |
| 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 fuckin 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 motherfuckers I was playin? Baby I hit ' em all | |
| Chorus | |
| JayZ and Ja Rule | |
| Load ' em all be tonight Ima Hit ' em Hit ' em | |
| For as long as I' m a alive Ima Hit ' em Hit ' em | |
| I want my piece of the pie Ima Hit ' em Hit ' em | |
| Expect my' s to the day of my demise Baby Ima Hit ' em all | |
| Thinkin' its a game Ima Hit ' em Hit ' em | |
| Show ' em I ain' t 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 | |
| nigga nuthin so shut the fuck 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 fucked 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 your shit tight | |
| Should we expect move right | |
| And everything is aight | |
| But if you slip son that ass is gone top dogg motherfuckers recognize | |
| Baby I' m Hit ' em all | |
| Chorus |
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