Ja Rule: Verse 1
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It must be the way that I spit shit
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That make you say damn this nigga ridiculous
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The way I hit 'em and move nigga I can't lose
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Inconspicuous incognito niggas ain't ready
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For whoever who has the flow nigga 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 cuz ima 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' nigga wipe yo eye!
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Get used to obvious lies and dead wise guys
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and any bitch niggaz feel they fuckin 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 motherfuckers I was playin? Baby I hit 'em all
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(Chorus: Jay-Z, Ja Rule)
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Lord I won't be denied...I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
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For as long as I'm a aliveI'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
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I want my piece of the pieI'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
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Respect mine till the date of my demise...
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Baby I'ma Hit 'em all
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Thinkin' its a gameI'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'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
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Hit 'em Hit 'em
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Ja Rule: Verse 2
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Baby I kill 'em all whatcha wanna do with this
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nigga nuthin so shut the fuck 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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Nigga yeah uh you think my way of life fucked up right?
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Till you live it and the cash gets to eattin at yo spirit
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Fear it you be a broke nigga, you near it,
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you be the next nigga,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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 wanna shoot all niggaz 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 shit you bitch ass niggaz 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 shit 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 ass is gone top dogg motherfuckers 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 |
