Kiss Of Death

<br>AHH!!<br><br>[Jadakiss]<br>They tryin-they comin` for my head po (uh)<br>They`re tryin` to put pressure on a nigga<br>Huh, short notice (uh-huh)<br>Got sumpin` for them niggaz though (uh-huh)<br>Yo<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>I`m like the Dow Jones of rap, my stocks is high<br>And it never was all of, so stop the lies<br>Mothafuckas`ll blow your brains out, and watch you bleed<br>The same niggaz that you trust, let `em watch your seed<br>You got a dead niggaz, money don`t stop the greed<br>That`s why now I gotta rock my vest, pop my 3<br>And whoever die first, may god forgive<br>the nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta handle your biz<br>To my niggaz when I die, keep inhalin` the lye<br>And come to my wake high, when your tellin` me bye<br>What goes around comes around, am I comin` or goin`?<br>All i`m tryin` to do is leave you numb, gunnin` or flowin`<br>I might cock-back the gauge, and start shootin` at `cha people<br>I`m lookin for the devil `cuz money`s the root of evil<br>And `Kiss won`t be happy `til my bezel look see-thru<br>Until I flood N-Y with pediquo and diesle<br>Catch me with the top, off my whip<br>Bust my gun while it`s still tucked so you could hop, off my dick<br>I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice<br>Blue pacholies and rolies<br>At the mob meetin`, keep quite when the God speakin`<br>Squeeze my joint, `til my mothafuckin` palm squeakin`<br>And nevermind who the lox`ll sign to (that`s right)<br>What difference do it make nigga?<br>Just listen to the tape nigga (c`mon)<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die (uh)<br>Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry (uh-huh)<br>Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes (yeah)<br>Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes (uh)<br>Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block (uh-huh)<br>Kiss got the label`s tellin` niggaz not to drop (tell `em)<br>Everthing you get (uh-huh), you really don`t expect (naw)<br>`Cuz when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>Yeah, Yo, Yo<br>I wanna know, is the promise land heaven or hell?<br>`Cuz the niggaz that made promises, most of them fell<br>If you hungry, then I got some niggaz servin` the shells<br>With no sauce, and they silver, only take one to kill you<br>It`s a small world, so you better guard your secrets<br>And it`s easy to get money, but it`s hard to keep it<br>Never was the one that like to hound no bitch<br>All I do is try to keep niggaz around me rich<br>Screw all-a-y`all cowards, I consider you lames<br>Had to save my lunch money just to get in the game<br>That was back when I used-ta have a mean back-spin<br>And no mack-10, it was just bats then<br>U know, beat a nigga down, take his rope<br>Now we-a, heat a nigga down, take his coke<br>And you can call me if you wanna bye them thangs<br>I get `em half-price `cuz papi know my name<br>Call me, Jay to the mmwwaa<br>And everything you got in your livin room, I got in my car<br>`Cept for the bar<br>I try to put a little money away<br>`Cuz you know they say, tommorrow ain`t promised today<br>Either bubblin` or strugglin`, nuttin between<br>Or have a grimie nigga like me, fuckin` ya Queen<br>And the Kiss only do shit with niggaz I know (that`s right)<br>And the outside nigga can`t fuck up my flow (c`mon)<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die<br>Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry<br>Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes<br>Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes<br>Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block<br>Kiss got the label`s tellin` niggaz not to drop<br>Everthing you get, you really don`t expect<br>`Cuz when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death<br>Uh