Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kiss Of Death, artist - Ruff Ryders. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Kiss Of Death |
| Jadakiss |
| Ahh! |
| they tryin-they comin for my head po (uh) theyre tryin to put pressure on a nigga huh, short notice (uh-huh) got sumpin for them niggaz though (uh-huh) |
| yo Im like the dow jones of rap, my stocks is high |
| And it never was all of, so stop the lies |
| Mothafuckasll 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 dont stop the greed |
| Thats 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 Im tryin to do is leave you numb, gunnin or flowin |
| I might cock-back the gauge, and start shootin at cha people |
| Im lookin for the devil cuz moneys the root of evil |
| And kiss wont 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 its 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 loxll sign to (thats right) |
| What difference do it make nigga? |
| just listen to the tape nigga (cmon) |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Its a small world, so you better guard your secrets |
| And its easy to get money, but its 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-yall 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 aint 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 (thats right) |
| And the outside nigga cant fuck up my flow (cmon) |
| 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 g E smash on the block kiss got the labels tellin niggaz not to drop everthing |
| you get, you really dont expect cuz when you jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the |
| death uh |