Kiss Of Death Lyrics by Dmx

Kiss Of Death

Jadakiss

Ahh!! 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 g
E 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