I Hate Niggaz (skit) Lyrics - Ja Rule

Ja Rule- 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 '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' 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 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 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 (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 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 (Chorus) 

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