Kiss Of Death

Aah!
They tryin'-, they comin' for my head, Po (uh)
They're tryin' to put pressure on me, man (uh)
Short notice (uh-huh)
Got somethin' for them niggas though (uh-huh)

Yo, I'm like the Dow Jones of rap, my stocks is high
And it never was all love, so stop the lies
Motherfuckers'll blow your brains out and watch you bleed
The same niggas that you trust, let 'em watch your seed
You got a dead niggas money don't stop the greed
That's why now, I gotta rock my vest, pop my three
And whoever die first, may God forgive
The nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta handle your biz

To my niggas when I die, keep inhalin' the lye
And come to my wake high, when you're 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 ya people
I'm lookin' for the devil, 'cause money's the root of evil
And 'Kiss won't be happy, 'til my bezel look see-through
Until I flood N-Y with Perico and Diesel

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 rock ice, blue pacholies and rolies
At the mob meetin', keep quiet when the god speakin'
Squeeze my joint 'til my motherfuckin' palm squeakin'
And never mind, who the Lox'll sign to (that's right)
What difference do it make, nigga?
Listen to the tape, nigga (c'mon)

Jay to the mwah, hustle coke, ride or die (uh)
'Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip-dry (uh-huh)
Jay to the mwah, keep cowards on their toes (yeah)
'Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes (uh)
Jay to the mwah, got the smash on the block (uh-huh)
'Kiss got the labels tellin' niggas not to drop (tell 'em)
Everythin' you get (uh-huh), you really don't expect (nah)
'Cause when you Jay to the mwah, you 'Kiss to the death (yeah, yo, yo)

I wanna know, is the promised land Heaven or Hell?
'Cause the niggas that made promises, most of them fell
If you hungry, then I got some niggas servin' the shells
With no sauce, and they silver, (only) take one to kill you (uh)
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 been the one that like to hound no bitch
All I do is try to keep niggas around me rich

Screw all of 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 to have a mean back-spin
And no Mack-10, it was just bats then
You 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' buy them thangs
I get 'em half-price, 'cause papi know my name

Call me, Jay to the mwah
And everything you got in your livin' room, I got in my car
Except for the bar, I try to put a little money away
'Cause you know they say, tomorrow ain't promised today
Either bubblin' or strugglin', nothin' between
Or have a grimy nigga like me fuckin' your queen
And the 'Kiss only do shit with niggas I know (that's right)
And the outside nigga can't fuck up my flow (c'mon)

Jay to the mwah, hustle coke, ride or die
'Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip-dry
Jay to the mwah, keep cowards on their toes
'Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes
Jay to the mwah got the smash on the block
'Kiss got the label's tellin' niggas not to drop
Everythin' you get, you really don't expect
'Cause when you Jay to the mwah, you 'Kiss to the death, uh