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Utwór: Kiss Of Death

  • wykonawca: DMX
  • album: Ryde Or Die Vol.1
  • wyświetleń: 905

AHH!!
    [Jadakiss]
  They tryin-they comin' for my head po (uh)
  They're tryin' to put pressure on a nigga
  Huh, short notice (uh-huh)
  Got sumpin' for them niggaz though (uh-huh)
  Yo
    [Verse 1]
  I'm like the Dow Jones of rap, my stocks is high
  And it never was all of, so stop the lies
  Mothafuckas'll blow your brains out, and watch you bleed
  The same niggaz that you trust, let 'em watch your seed
  You got a dead niggaz, money don't stop the greed
  That's why now I gotta rock my vest, pop my 3
  And whoever die first, may god forgive
  the nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta handle your biz
  To my niggaz when I die, keep inhalin' the lye
  And come to my wake high, when your tellin' me bye
  What goes around comes around, am I comin' or goin'?
  All i'm tryin' to do is leave you numb, gunnin' or flowin'
  I might cock-back the gauge, and start shootin' at 'cha people
  I'm lookin for the devil 'cuz money's the root of evil
  And 'Kiss won't be happy 'til my bezel look see-thru
  Until I flood N-Y with pediquo and diesle
  Catch me with the top, off my whip
  Bust my gun while it's still tucked so you could hop, off my dick
  I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice
  Blue pacholies and rolies
  At the mob meetin', keep quite when the God speakin'
  Squeeze my joint, 'til my mothafuckin' palm squeakin'
  And nevermind who the lox'll sign to (that's right)
  What difference do it make nigga?
  Just listen to the tape nigga (c'mon)
    [Chorus]
    Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die (uh)
  Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry (uh-huh)
  Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes (yeah)
  Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes (uh)
  Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block (uh-huh)
  Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop (tell 'em)
  Everthing you get (uh-huh), you really don't expect (naw)
  'Cuz when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death
    [Verse 2]
  Yeah, Yo, Yo
  I wanna know, is the promise land heaven or hell?
  'Cuz the niggaz that made promises, most of them fell
  If you hungry, then I got some niggaz servin' the shells
  With no sauce, and they silver, only take one to kill you
  It's a small world, so you better guard your secrets
  And it's easy to get money, but it's hard to keep it
  Never was the one that like to hound no bitch
  All I do is try to keep niggaz around me rich
  Screw all-a-y'all cowards, I consider you lames
  Had to save my lunch money just to get in the game
  That was back when I used-ta have a mean back-spin
  And no mack-10, it was just bats then
  U know, beat a nigga down, take his rope
  Now we-a, heat a nigga down, take his coke
  And you can call me if you wanna bye them thangs
  I get 'em half-price 'cuz papi know my name
  Call me, Jay to the mmwwaa
  And everything you got in your livin room, I got in my car
  'Cept for the bar
  I try to put a little money away
  'Cuz you know they say, tommorrow ain't promised today
  Either bubblin' or strugglin', nuttin between
  Or have a grimie nigga like me, fuckin' ya Queen
  And the Kiss only do shit with niggaz I know (that's right)
  And the outside nigga can't fuck up my flow (c'mon)
    [Chorus]
    Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die
  Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry
  Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes
  Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes
  Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block
  Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop
  Everthing you get, you really don't expect
  'Cuz when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death
  Uh

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