Ruff Ryders

Ruff Ryders - Kiss Of Death lyrics

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[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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Copyrights:

Author: Jason Phillips, Kaseem Dean

Composer: ?

Publisher: Ruff Ryders, Interscope Records

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

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