Uh I learnt the game I know what I want and I'm in it

My time is now and it's gonna be up in a minute

You look a ni**a in the eye you could tell if he tinted

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 ni**a are you a thug or a dummy

I'm neither but I been hot so long

It feels like I got a lifetime fever

Now I ain't gotta spit I could cough and still eat ya

Oh f**k rap I make mills of reefer

I'm a man first tired of punchin' niggaz

So I'ma shoot niggaz 'cuz my hands hurt

And God is great guard ya space

One hand wash the other both wash the face

And I had crack so much it's hard to ace

38 revolver flow it's hard to trace what

F**k that pop off till nothin' in the clip left

(Pop off)

Till nobody in his clique left

(Nobody)

Hole in the head slashed or the split chest

Uh if they ask 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 it's the kiss of death)

Tell 'em Kiss the kiss of death

This is lox ville and even white America

Let y'all negros know Jada got skill

You a jackass like Johnny Knoxville

So I can just imagine how ya pop's feel damn

And you ain't worth my shells no

So you should just imagine how the Ak feel

A lotta niggaz is thousandnaires where

Walkin' 'round town frontin' like they got millz

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 niggaz to do it in the black Buick

I don't spit bars I distribute the crack fluid

All I'm really waitin' is for niggaz to act stupid

F**k that pop off till nothin' in the clip left

(Pop off)

Till nobody in his clique left

(Nobody)

Hole in the head slashed or the split chest

Uh if they ask 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 ask what happened

(Tell 'em it's the kiss of death)

Tell 'em Kiss the kiss of death

To all my real niggaz sorry for keepin' you waitin'

It's ironic but the God was beefin' with Satan

I love y'all tho my niggaz for even relatin'

This ain't Kiss talkin' neither I'm speakin' for Jason

When you a problem it's harder to keep them from hatin'

Niggaz jaws is like laws don't easy to break 'em

If I wasn't on some sh*t I'm gettin' on it

Come to me with 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 here

Might as well declare the clappin' 'cuz my bones is old

Gotta lotta wear and tear from scrappin'

Hate a ni**a that ain't never there to see sh*t

But always hear what happened

The only thing better than money is respect

No love this time ni**a kiss of death what

F**k that pop off till nothin' in the clip left

(Pop off)

Till nobody in his clique left

(Nobody)

Hole in the head slashed or the split chest

Uh if they ask 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 it's the kiss of death)

Tell 'em Kiss the kiss of death

Kiss Of Death - Various Artists