Kiss of Death

[Verse 1: Jadakiss] Uh, I learnt the game, I know what I want and I'm in it The time is now, it's gonna be up in a minute You look a nigga in the eye, you could tell if he timid These fake rappers gettin by with these hell of a gimmicks They act like it's all love, only love is your money So when it's over nigga, are you a thug or a dummy, I'm neither But I been hot so long, it feels like I got a lifetime fever And I ain't gotta spit, I could cough and still eat ya And fuck rap I make mils of reefer, I'm a man first Tired of punching niggas, so I'mma shoot niggas cuz my hands hurt And God is great, guard ya space One hand wash the other, both wash the face And I head crack so much, it's hard to ace .38 revolver flow, its hard to trace, what! [Hook - Styles P (Jadakiss)] Fuck that, pop off till nothing in the clip left (pop off) Till nobody in his clique left (nobody) Hole in the head, slashed or the split chest If they asked what happened (tell em it's the Kiss Of Death) Hustle hard till none of them bricks left (nothin left) Stick it up till not a crumb on the strip left (take that, take that) Make sure ain't a chain or a chip left (uh uh) If they asked what happened (tell em' its the Kiss Of Death) Tell em Kiss (THE KISS OF DEATH!) [Verse 2: Jadakiss] This is LOXville And even White America'll let y'all negros know Jada got skill You a Jackass like Johnny Knoxville So I can just imagine how ya pops feel (damn!) And you ain't worth my shells So you should just imagine how the ox feel A lotta niggas is thousandaires Walking round town, fronting like they got mils For what it's worth, I'm one myself But my strength in the hood outruns my wealth But you still might catch Kiss in some Hot Wheels New Bentley coupe, with the stock wheels (Haha) Look how I get back to it, I send my young niggas to do it, in the black Buick I don't spit bars, or distribute the crack fluid All I'm really waiting on is for niggas to act stupid [Hook] [Verse 3: Jadakiss] To all my real niggas, sorry for keeping you waitin', (sorry) It's ironic, but the god was beefin with satan I love y'all tho, my niggas for even relatin', (i love y'all) This ain't Kiss talking neither, I'm speakin for Jason, (mwah) When you a problem it's harder to keep them from hatin Niggas jaws is like laws though, easy to break em If I wasn't on some shit, I'm gettin on it Come to me with ya hand out to me, I'm spittin on it I don't wanna hear what happened, matter of fact, I don't even care what happened Might as well declare the clappin Cuz my bones is old, gotta lotta wear and tear from scrappin Hate a nigga that, ain't never there to see shit, but always hear what happened The thing better than money, is respect No love this time, nigga, Kiss Of Death, what! [Hook]