Paroles Kiss of death The Lox

Kiss of death

Ahh!!

[jadakiss]
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

[verse 1]
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)

[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, 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)

[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 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