Irv Gotti - k** 'Em All lyrics

Ja Rule: Verse 1 It must be the way that I spit sh** That make you say damn this n***a ridiculous The way I hit 'em and move n***a I can't lose Inconspicuous incognito n***as ain't ready For whoever who has the flow n***a 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' n***a wipe yo eye! Get used to obvious lies and dead wise guys And any b**h n***as feel they f**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 motherf**ers I was playin? Baby I hit 'em all (Chorus: Jay-Z, Ja Rule) Lord I won't be denied... I'mma Hit 'em Hit 'em For as long as I'm a alive I'mma Hit 'em Hit 'em I want my piece of the pie I'mma Hit 'em Hit 'em Respect mine till the date of my demise... Baby I'mma Hit 'em all Thinkin' its a game I'mma Hit 'em Hit 'em Show 'em I ain't playin' I'mma Hit 'em Hit 'em For operatin' like planes I'mma Hit 'em Hit 'em Hit 'em Hit 'em Ja Rule: Verse 2 Baby I k** 'em all whatcha wanna do with this n***a nuthin so shut the f** up And learn somethin' see my team can get a whole town gamin' Give it up we even take the small change n***a yeah uh you think my way of life f**ed up right? Till you live it and the cash gets to eattin at yo spirit Fear it you be a broke n***a, you near it You be the next n***a,never have to go back and been it Cold stares thought you need a k**a 'round here Y'all n***as 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 n***as 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 k**a cliques gettin' down Everyday is while takin' yours into process n***as is stress Leavin' peep holes in yo chest god bless the next that get laid to rest Frustration and stress make me question d**h I wanna shoot all n***as I feel should be shot on the spot Let 'em rot with lead in their knot Oh sh** you b**h a** n***as 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 sh** tight Should we expect move right And everything is aight But if you slip son that a** is gone top dogg motherf**ers recognize Baby I'm Hit 'em all (Chorus)