My Name Is Kiss - Featuring Jadakiss Lyrics

My Name Is Kiss - Featuring Jadakiss lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and will
That'll still crush the
blow up and then pass they mama the bill
So I'ma always be able to burn my
strip
Cuz my bags be stuffed and I burn my tips
And it aint no tellin
what the snub'll do
So when y'all go and cop S's cop one for your mother
too
And I'm way better than them other dudes
But I'm stuck wit, what I'm
stuck wit
Cuz I don't suck dick
Sat with the plays and I stood with the
cultures
And I'ma always be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious,
dough is ferocious
Two guns by each lung with no holsters
And I control
all the fishscale in the city
And still make your first week sales look
pretty
I come through, all you hear is chip in the muffler
And you could
ask anybody if the Kiss is a hustler

CHORUS:
Styles: He's a
hustler
Jadakiss: I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip,
uh
S: He's a gambler
J: I always hold it down, gettin bankroll in 4, 5, 6
in trips
S: He's a gangster
J: I always make the paper and the FBI got me
on they list, that's why
S: He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga
J:
By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss?

[Verse 2]
And I don't
understand how a broke nigga could chill
When a two liter'll dust you so get
you a mil
Yes I got loose ends, poppin out the sunroof of the blue M
I'm
like Lou Sims
And I'ma make sure they hit you wit both shotties
I think
this summer's gon be the most bodies
You never ask a nigga in jail if he
chillin
Just make sure you make all the sales in the building
Cuz now
niggas think it's all right to tell
And you could put out some garbage and
it might could sell
Alotta niggas be petty and sheist
But that's only til
you treat 'em like a video and edit they life
This is a threat, when I talk
you listen to death
And if I run out of money then my wrist is a bet
And
the streets said they wanted more Kiss
Up north niggas pop me in, and do a
hundred more dips

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[Verse 3]
Yo, whether it's dope money
or rap money, gamble the shit
Trey pounds of Mauseburgs, handle the
shit
Got too big for the city, cops brought in the feds
So we moved
across the map and brought in the bread
Niggas chill for a month and a half,
no ruckus
Got the pictures of baggers and all of the gun busters
And you
know how it go, cuz it rarely'll change
Everybody got a license and a alias
name
We don't smoke when we hustle and none of us talk
Back to back til
we home, we can front in New York
Cuz some of us is runnin from
court
Smokin weed, mumblin thoughts
Tryin to stay humble for shorts
We
could do this the mob way and kiss you on both cheeks
Or do it the hard way
and shoot through your gold teeth
Stand on any block, play cee-lo and
craps
And break niggas for they pack money, then give it back,
uh

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