Lox - Kiss Of Death Lyrics
Ahh!![jadakiss]They tryin-they comin for my head po (uh)Theyre tryin to put pressure on a niggaHuh, short notice (uh-huh)Got sumpin for them niggaz though (uh-huh)Yo[verse 1]Im like the dow jones of rap, my stocks is highAnd it never was all of, so stop the liesMotha*****asll blow your brains out, and watch you bleedThe same niggaz that you trust, let em watch your seedYou got a dead niggaz, money dont stop the greedThats why now I gotta rock my vest, pop my 3And whoever die first, may God forgiveThe nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta handle your bizTo my niggaz when I die, keep inhalin the lyeAnd come to my wake high, when your tellin me byeWhat goes around comes around, am I comin or goin?All Im tryin to do is leave you numb, gunnin or flowinI might *****-back the gauge, and start shootin at cha peopleIm lookin for the devil cuz moneys the root of evilAnd kiss wont be happy til my bezel look see-thruUntil I flood n-y with pediquo and diesleCatch me with the top, off my whipBust my gun while its still tucked so you could hop, off my dickI run with a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks iceBlue pacholies and roliesAt the mob meetin, keep quite when the God speakinSqueeze my joint, til my motha*****in palm squeakinAnd nevermind who the loxll sign to (thats right)What difference do it make nigga?Just listen to the tape nigga (cmon)[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 labels tellin niggaz not to drop (tell em)Everthing you get (uh-huh), you really dont expect (naw)cuz when you jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death[verse 2]Yeah, yo, yoI wanna know, is the promise land heaven or hell?cuz the niggaz that made promises, most of them fellIf you hungry, then I got some niggaz servin the shellsWith no sauce, and they silver, only take one to kill youIts a small world, so you better guard your secretsAnd its easy to get money, but its hard to keep itNever was the one that like to hound no *****All I do is try to keep niggaz around me richScrew all-a-yall cowards, I consider you lamesHad to save my lunch money just to get in the gameThat was back when I used-ta have a mean back-spinAnd no mack-10, it was just bats thenU know, beat a nigga down, take his ropeNow we-a, heat a nigga down, take his cokeAnd you can call me if you wanna bye them thangsI get em half-price cuz papi know my nameCall me, jay to the mmwwaaAnd everything you got in your livin room, I got in my carcept for the barI try to put a little money awaycuz you know they say, tommorrow aint promised todayEither bubblin or strugglin, nuttin betweenOr have a grimie nigga like me, *****in ya queenAnd the kiss only do shit with niggaz I know (thats right)And the outside nigga cant ***** up my flow (cmon)[chorus]Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or dieKiss hand-wash money, let it drip dryJay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toesKiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoesJay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the blockKiss got the labels tellin niggaz not to dropEverthing you get, you really dont expectcuz when you jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the deathUh
