Kiss Of Death (Feat. Styles P)

Uh, I learned the game, I know what I want and I'm in it
The time is now, and it's gonna be up in a minute
You look a nigga in the eye, you can 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've been hot so long
It feels like I got a lifetime fever
And I don't gotta spit, I could cough and still eat ya
But fuck rap, I make mils off reefers
I'm a man first, tired of punching niggas
So I'ma shoot niggas 'cause my hands hurt
And God is great, guard your space
One hand wash the other, both wash the face
And I head crack so much it's hard to ace
38 Revolver flow, it's hard to trace, what?

Fuck that, pop off 'til nothin' in the clip left
Pop off, 'til nobody in his clique left
Hole in the head, slash through the split chest
If they ask what happened, tell 'em it's the kiss of death
Hustle hard 'til none of them bricks left
Stick it up 'til not a crumb on the strip left
Make sure it ain't a chain or a chip left
If they ask what happened, tell 'em it's the kiss of death
Tell 'em Kiss, thug kiss of death

Yeah, yo, this is Loxville
And even white America will let y'all negroes know Jada got skills
And you a jackass like Johnny Knoxville
So I could just imagine how your pops feel
Damn, and you ain't worth my shells
So you should just imagine how the ox feel
A lot of 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
Ha-ha, look how I get back to it
I send my young niggas to do it in a black Buick
I don't spit bars, I distribute the crack fluid
All I'm really waiting's for niggas to act stupid

Fuck that, pop off 'til nothin' in the clip left
Pop off, 'til nobody in his clique left
Hole in the head, slash through the split chest
If they ask what happened, tell 'em it's the kiss of death
Hustle hard 'til none of them bricks left
Stick it up 'til not a crumb on the strip left
Make sure it ain't a chain or a chip left
If they ask what happened, tell 'em it's the kiss of death
Tell 'em Kiss, thug kiss of death

To all my real niggas, sorry for keeping you waiting
It's ironic that the God was beefing with Satan
I love y'all though, my niggas, for even relating
This ain't Kiss talking either, I'm speaking for Jason
When you a problem, it's hard to keep 'em from hating
Niggas' jaws is like laws, though, easy to break 'em
If I wasn't on some shit, I'm getting on it
Come to me with your hand out, I'm spitting on it
I don't want to hear what happened
Matter fact, I don't even care what happened
Might as well declare the clapping
'Cause my bones is old, I got a lot of wear and tear from scrapping
Hate a nigga that ain't never there to see shit
But always hear what happened
Only thing better than money is respect
No love this time, nigga, kiss of death

Fuck that, pop off 'til nothin' in the clip left
Pop off, 'til nobody in his clique left
Hole in the head, slash through the split chest
If they ask what happened, tell 'em it's the kiss of death
Hustle hard 'til none of them bricks left
Stick it up 'til not a crumb on the strip left
Make sure it ain't a chain or a chip left
If they ask what happened, tell 'em it's the kiss of death
Tell 'em Kiss, thug kiss of death