Kiss of Death

Uh, I learnt the game, I know what I want and I'm in it (uh-huh)

The time is now and it's gonna be up in a minute (yeah)

You look a n- in the eye, you can tell if he timid (true)

These fake rappers gettin' by with these hell of a gimmicks (haha)

They act like it's all love, all they love is your money

So when it's over n-, are you a thug or a dummy? (Which one?)

I'm neither

But I've been hot so long it feels like I got a lifetime fever (hot)

And I don't gotta spit, I could cough and still eat ya

But f- rap I make mill's off -

I'm a man first, tired of punchin' n-

So I'm a shoot n-, 'cause my hands hurt (let's go)

And God is great, guard ya space

One hand wash the other, both wash the face (woo)

And I head crack so much, it's hard to ace

Flow, it's so hard to trace

What

F- that, pop off 'til nothin' in the clip left (pop off)

'Til nobody in his clique left (nobody)

Hole in the head, s-

If they ask what happened (tell 'em it's the Kiss of Death)

Hustle hard 'til none of them pricks left (nothin' left)

Stick it up 'til not a crumb on the strip left (take that, take that)

Make sure there ain't a chain or a chip left (uh-huh)

And if they ask what happened (tell 'em it's the Kiss of Death)

Tell 'em Kiss (the Kiss of Death)

Yo this is Locksville (yeah)

And even white America'll let y'all negroes know Jada got skills (that's right)

And you a jack- like Johnny Knoxville (haha)

So I could just imagine how your pops feel (damn)

And you ain't worth my - (nah)

So you should just imagine how the ox feel

A lotta **** is thousandaires (word)

Walking 'round town frontin' like they got mills (haha)

For what it's worth I'm one myself

But my strength in the hood outruns my wealth (yeah)

Still might catch Kiss in some hot wheels (what?)

New Bentley coupe with the stock wheels (haha)

Look how I get back to it

I send my young n- to do it in a black Buick

I don't spit bars, I distribute the crack fluent

All I'm really waitin' is for n- to act stupid

F- that, pop off 'til nothin' in the clip left (pop off)

'Til nobody in his clique left (nobody)

Hole in the head, s-

If they ask what happened (tell 'em it's the Kiss of Death)

Hustle hard 'til none of them pricks left (nothin' left)

Stick it up 'til not a crumb on the strip left (take that, take that)

Make sure there ain't a chain or a chip left (uh-huh)

And if they ask what happened (tell 'em it's the Kiss of Death)

Tell 'em Kiss (the Kiss of Death)

To all my real n-, sorry for keepin' you waitin' (sorry)

It's ironic but the God was beefin' with Satan (feel me)

I love y'all though, my n- for even relatin' (love y'all)

This ain't Kiss talkin' neither, I'm speakin' for Jason (mwah)

When you a problem, it's hard to keep you from hatin' (uh-huh)

N- jaws is like laws though, easy to break 'em (yeah)

If I wasn't on some sh-, I'm gettin' on it (uh-huh)

Come to me wit' ya hand out, I'm spittin' on it

I don't wanna hear what happened

Matter of fact, I don't even care what happened (yeah)

Might as well declare the clappin'

'Cause my bones is old, I got a lot of wear and tear from strappin' (uh)

Hate a n- that, ain't never there to see sh- but always hear what happened

Only thing better than money (what?) is respect

No love this time n-, Kiss of Death, what

F- that, pop off 'til nothin' in the clip left (pop off)

'Til nobody in his clique left (nobody)

Hole in the head, s-

If they ask what happened (tell 'em it's the Kiss of Death)

Hustle hard 'til none of them pricks left (nothin' left)

Stick it up 'til not a crumb on the strip left (take that, take that)

Make sure there ain't a chain or a chip left (uh-huh)

And if they ask what happened (tell 'em it's the Kiss of Death)

Tell 'em Kiss (the Kiss of Death)