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JA RULE lyrics : "i hate niggaz (skit)"

Ja Rule- It must be the way that I spit %#@!

That make you say damn this ^!$$% ridiculous


The way I hit 'em and move ^!$$% I can't lose


Inconspicuous incognito ^!$$%s ain't ready

For whoever who has the flow ^!$$% 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 'cause 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 $#&@in 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 mother$#&@ers 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 ^!$$% 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 $#&@ed 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

Y'all ^!$$%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

Don't 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 %#@! you (*##$ $$# ^!$$%z 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 %#@! tight Should we expect move right

And everything is aight

But if you slip son that $$# is gone top dogg mother$#&@ers recognize


Baby I'm Hit 'em all (Chorus)




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