Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song K**l 'Em All, artist - Ja Rule. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
K**l 'Em All |
| 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, 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 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 |
| 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 |