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Ja Rule Kill Em All

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

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}

award show Bank account ten digits and it's all 'O's' I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all

she gotta 'cuz she says a lotta ladies can't She says she gotta 'cuz she knows a lotta ladies Romance the thoughts of giving men their own medicine Electrocute 'em, light 'em

the place to be My name is MC Ice-T I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate

'm in love with shades, I got a thousand pairs So that's free game for all you thousand airs It's funny sour D's will smell sweet All these niggas think

get too drunk/ We the type of niggas that chill in the club, ready to get 'em up/ They don?t even bring 'em my way, they know it's a fuckin' hustle/ Im

talkin' 'bout you owe 'em I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada Niggas ain't even grateful that we let y'all ride You better be thankful we even let

He say, she say, get you fucked up killa And I'm gon' ride, won't lose no sleep over nuthin' You can save it friend, but all these years Face to face