Kiss Of Death (Album Version|Explicit) - Jadakiss/Styles P

Lyrics by：Jason Phillips/David Styles/Andy Thelusma

Composed by：Jason Phillips/David Styles/Andy Thelusma

Uh I learnt the game

I know what I want and I'm in it

My time is now and it's

Gonna be up in a minute

You look a n***a in the

Eye you can tell if he tinted

These fake rappers gettin

By with these hell of a gimmicks

They act like it's all love only love is ya money

So when over n***a are you a thug or a dummy

I'm neither but I been hot

So long it feels like I got a lifetime fever

And I ain't gotta spit I could cough and still eat ya

And f**k rap I make mills off **

I'm a man first tired of punchin niggaz

So ima shoot niggaz 'cause my hands hurt

And God I great guard your space

One hand wash the other both wash the face

And I head crack so much it's hard to ace

38 revolver flow is hard to trace wha

F**k that pop off till nuthin in the clip left pop off

Till nobody in his click left nobody

Holdin the head slash throw the split chest

If they ask what happen tell

'Em it's the kiss of death

Hustle hard till none of

Them bricks left nuttin left

Stick it up till not a

Crumb on the strip left take that take that

Make sure it ain't a chain

Or a chip left uh-uh

If they ask wut happen tell

'Em it's the kiss of death

Tell 'em kiss thug kiss of death

Yea yo this is lox ville and even white America

Let y'all negro's that jadas got skills

You a jackass like johnny noxville

So I can just imagine how your pops feel

D**n and you ain't worth my shell

So you can just imagine how the ox feel

Alotta niggaz is thousandaires

Walkin round town frontin like they got mills

For what it's worth I'm one myself

But my strength in the hood outruns my wealth

Still might catch kiss in some hot wheels

New bentley coup wit the stock wheels

Haha look how I get back to it

Send my young niggaz to do it in a black buick

I don't spit bars I distribute the crack fluid

All I'm really waitins for niggaz to act stupid

F**k that pop off till nuthin in the clip left pop off

Till nobody in his click left nobody

Holdin the head slash throw the split chest

If they ask what happen tell

'Em it's the kiss of death

Hustle hard till none of

Them bricks left nuttin left

Stick it up till not a

Crumb on the strip left take that take that

Make sure it ain't a chain

Or a chip left uh-uh

If they ask wut happen tell

'Em it's the kiss of death

Tell 'em kiss thug kiss of death

Yea yo to all my real niggaz sorry for keeping you waitin'

It's ironic but the God was beefin wit satan

I love y'all though my niggaz for even relatin

This ain't kiss talking either I'm speakin for jason

When you a problem it's to keep 'em from hatin

Niggaz jaws is like laws so easy to break 'em

'Cause if I wasn't on some s**t I'm getting on it

Come to me wit your hand out I'm spittin on it

I don't wanna hear what happened

Madda fact I don't even care what happened

Might as well declare the clappin

'Cause my bones is old

I got a lot of wear and tear from scrappin

Hate a n***a that ain't never there to see s**t

But always hear what happened

The only thing better than money is respect

No love this time n***a

Kiss of death

F**k that pop off till nuthin in the clip left pop off

Till nobody in his click left nobody

Holdin the head slash throw the split chest

If they ask what happen tell

'Em it's the kiss of death

Hustle hard till none of

Them bricks left nuttin left

Stick it up till not a

Crumb on the strip left take that take that

Make sure it ain't a chain

Or a chip left uh-uh

If they ask wut happen tell

'Em it's the kiss of death

Tell 'em kiss thug kiss of death