It must be the way that I spit ****
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That make you say damn this ***** ridiculous
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The way I hit 'em and move ***** I can't lose
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Inconspicuous incognito *****s ain't ready
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For whoever who has the flow ***** know I spit deadly
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Fear me to the day I'm dead on the street with holes in me
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The ghettos got love for me 'cause I'ma lay for 'em
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If I have to gradually down or after
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The only fib be love and disaster
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Tears before laughter but who gonna cry?
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My style be so touchin' ***** wipe yo eye!
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Get used to obvious lies and dead wise guys
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And any ***** *****s feel they ****in' wit my's
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C'mon let's get it on, to the break in the dawn,
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Before long if you wrong you be dead and gone
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And now I'm the bomb to clarify my name in vain
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What you thought ************s I was playin' baby I hit 'em all
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Load 'em all be tonight I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
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For as long as I'm a alive I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
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I want my piece of the pie I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
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Expect my's to the day of my demise Baby I'ma Hit 'em all
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Thinkin' its a game I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
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Show 'em I ain't playin' I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
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For operatin' like planes I'm a Hit 'em Hit 'em Hit 'em Hit 'em
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Baby I kill 'em all whatcha want to do with this
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***** nothin' so shut the **** up
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And learn somethin' see my team can get a whole town gamin'
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Give it up we even take the small change
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***** yeah uh you think my way of life ****ed up right?
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Till you live it and the cash gets to eatin' at yo spirit
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Fear it you be a broke *****, you near it,
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You be the next *****,never have to go back and been it
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Cold stares thought you need a killa 'round here
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Y'all *****s really have some pitiful ideas
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I keep tryin' to get this world to see
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Hustle hard my mind on that money
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My motto to be stack it if you got it for when you get it
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Don't talk about it just be about it that it
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Went all odds against *****s gettin' rich figure
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To earn a dollar makes sense Baby I Hit 'em all
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[Chorus]
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Baby I come in style comin' fresh out of Queens (Brooklyn)
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I recognize how my killa cliques gettin' down
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Everyday is while takin' yours into process *****s is stress
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Leavin' peep holes in yo chest god bless the next that get laid to rest
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Frustration and stress make me question death
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I want to shoot all *****s I feel should be shot on the spot
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Let 'em rot with lead in their knot
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Oh **** you ***** *** *****s be lit
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Smoke weed it give you the heart to proceed
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Whatcha game plan you da man
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Go for your guns feel no remorse
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When I leave your brain ?
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Now settle down get your **** tight
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Should we expect move right
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And everything is aight
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But if you slip son that *** is gone top dogg ************s recognize
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Baby I'm Hit 'em all
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[Chorus]
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Kill 'Em All
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| Ja Rule feat. Black Child & Tah Murdah |
