Kill ’Em All Ja Rule (Ft. JAY-Z)
"Kill ’Em All" by Ja Rule (Ft. JAY-Z) is a hip-hop track from 2002. The song features themes of rivalry, resilience, and street credibility, showcasing the artists' confidence and lyrical prowess. Unique elements include a hard-hitting beat and clever wordplay. Its cultural impact reflects the competitive nature of early 2000s rap. #HipHop
[Intro: Ja Rule & JAY-Z]
Uh-huh (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
What you thought, nigga? (Uh)
It's my nigga, Ja, yo
Respect that (Uh-huh)
My nigga
Them niggas get outta pocket (Uh, uh, uh)
My niggas need to stop playin' too ('Less we hit 'em)
Know why?
Nigga, we kill 'em all (All my niggas)
Uh-huh (Yo), we don't miss
Top dog, my niggas
We don't miss (Uh, uh, uh)
[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
It must be the way that I spit shit
That make you say, "Damn, this nigga's ridiculous"
The way I hit 'em and move, nigga that can't lose
Inconspicuous, incognito, niggas ain't ready
For the ever so heavy flow, niggas know I spit deadly
Fear me to the day I'm dead on the streets
With holes in me, the ghetto's got love for me
'Cause I'ma lay for 'em if I have to, gradually there after
The only fib be love and disaster
Tears before laughter, but who gon' cry?
My style be so touchin' it could wipe your eye
Bring truth to obvious lies and dead wise guys
And any bitch niggas feel they fuckin with mines
C'mon, let's get it on 'til the break in the dawn
Before long, if you wrong, you'll be dead and gone
And I live on to glorify my name in vain
What you thought, motherfuckers, I was playin'? Baby, I kill 'em all
Uh-huh (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
What you thought, nigga? (Uh)
It's my nigga, Ja, yo
Respect that (Uh-huh)
My nigga
Them niggas get outta pocket (Uh, uh, uh)
My niggas need to stop playin' too ('Less we hit 'em)
Know why?
Nigga, we kill 'em all (All my niggas)
Uh-huh (Yo), we don't miss
Top dog, my niggas
We don't miss (Uh, uh, uh)
[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
It must be the way that I spit shit
That make you say, "Damn, this nigga's ridiculous"
The way I hit 'em and move, nigga that can't lose
Inconspicuous, incognito, niggas ain't ready
For the ever so heavy flow, niggas know I spit deadly
Fear me to the day I'm dead on the streets
With holes in me, the ghetto's got love for me
'Cause I'ma lay for 'em if I have to, gradually there after
The only fib be love and disaster
Tears before laughter, but who gon' cry?
My style be so touchin' it could wipe your eye
Bring truth to obvious lies and dead wise guys
And any bitch niggas feel they fuckin with mines
C'mon, let's get it on 'til the break in the dawn
Before long, if you wrong, you'll be dead and gone
And I live on to glorify my name in vain
What you thought, motherfuckers, I was playin'? Baby, I kill 'em all
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