Ruff Ryders - My Name Is Kiss - Featuring Jadakiss Lyrics
[verse 1]Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and willThatll still crush the blow up and then pass they mama the billSo ima always be able to burn my stripCuz my bags be stuffed and I burn my tipsAnd it aint no tellin what the snubll doSo when yall go and cop ss cop one for your mother tooAnd Im way better than them other dudesBut Im stuck wit, what Im stuck witCuz I dont suck dickSat with the plays and I stood with the culturesAnd ima always be in the hood like roachesFlow is ferocious, dough is ferociousTwo guns by each lung with no holstersAnd I control all the fishscale in the cityAnd still make your first week sales look prettyI come through, all you hear is chip in the mufflerAnd you could ask anybody if the kiss is a hustlerChorus:Styles: hes a hustlerJadakiss: I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uhS: hes a gamblerJ: I always hold it down, gettin bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in tripsS: hes a gangsterJ: I always make the paper and the fbi got me on they list, thats whyS: hes a ruff ryder nigga, ryde or die niggaJ: by the way, did I tell you that my name is kiss?[verse 2]And I dont understand how a broke nigga could chillWhen a two literll dust you so get you a milYes I got loose ends, poppin out the sunroof of the blue mIm like lou simsAnd ima make sure they hit you wit both shottiesI think this summers gon be the most bodiesYou never ask a nigga in jail if he chillinJust make sure you make all the sales in the buildingCuz now niggas think its all right to tellAnd you could put out some garbage and it might could sellAlotta niggas be petty and sheistBut thats only til you treat em like a video and edit they lifeThis is a threat, when I talk you listen to deathAnd if I run out of money then my wrist is a betAnd the streets said they wanted more kissUp north niggas pop me in, and do a hundred more dipsChorus[verse 3]Yo, whether its dope money or rap money, gamble the shitTrey pounds of mauseburgs, handle the shitGot too big for the city, cops brought in the fedsSo we moved across the map and brought in the breadNiggas chill for a month and a half, no ruckusGot the pictures of baggers and all of the gun bustersAnd you know how it go, cuz it rarelyll changeEverybody got a license and a alias nameWe dont smoke when we hustle and none of us talkBack to back til we home, we can front in new yorkCuz some of us is runnin from courtSmokin weed, mumblin thoughtsTryin to stay humble for shortsWe could do this the mob way and kiss you on both cheeksOr do it the hard way and shoot through your gold teethStand on any block, play cee-lo and crapsAnd break niggas for they pack money, then give it back, uhChorus 2x
