Kiss Of Death Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

They tryin-they comin' for my head po (uh) 

They're tryin' to put pressure on a nigga 

Huh, short notice (uh-huh) 

Got sumpin' for them niggaz though (uh-huh) 

Yo 

I'm like the Dow Jones of rap, my stocks is high 

And it never was all of, so stop the lies 

Mothafuckas'll blow your brains out, and watch you bleed 

The same niggaz that you trust, let 'em watch your seed 

You got a dead niggaz, money don't stop the greed 

That's why now I gotta rock my vest, pop my 3 

And whoever die first, may god forgive 

The nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta handle your biz 

To my niggaz when I die, keep inhalin' the lye 

And come to my wake high, when your tellin' me bye 

What goes around comes around, am I comin' or goin'? 

All I'm tryin' to do is leave you numb, gunnin' or flowin' 

I might cock-back the gauge, and start shootin' at 'cha people 

I'm lookin for the devil 'cause money's the root of evil 

And 'Kiss won't be happy 'til my bezel look see-thru 

Until I flood N-Y with pediquo and diesle 

Catch me with the top, off my whip 

Bust my gun while it's still tucked so you could hop, off my dick 

I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice 

Blue pacholies and rolies 

At the mob meetin', keep quite when the God speakin' 

Squeeze my joint, 'til my mothafuckin' palm squeakin' 

And nevermind who the lox'll sign to (that's right) 

What difference do it make nigga? 

Just listen to the tape nigga (c'mon) 

Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die (uh) 

Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry (uh-huh) 

Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes (yeah) 

Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes (uh) 

Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block (uh-huh) 

Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop (tell 'em) 

Everthing you get (uh-huh), you really don't expect (naw) 

'Cause when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death 

Yeah, Yo, Yo 

I wanna know, is the promise land heaven or hell? 

'Cause the niggaz that made promises, most of them fell 

If you hungry, then I got some niggaz servin' the shells 

With no sauce, and they silver, only take one to kill you 

It's a small world, so you better guard your secrets 

And it's easy to get money, but it's hard to keep it 

Never was the one that like to hound no bitch 

All I do is try to keep niggaz around me rich 

Screw all-a-y'all cowards, I consider you lames 

Had to save my lunch money just to get in the game 

That was back when I used-ta have a mean back-spin 

And no mack-10, it was just bats then 

U know, beat a nigga down, take his rope 

Now we-a, heat a nigga down, take his coke 

And you can call me if you wanna bye them thangs 

I get 'em half-price 'cause papi know my name 

Call me, Jay to the mmwwaa 

And everything you got in your livin room, I got in my car 

'Cept for the bar 

I try to put a little money away 

'Cause you know they say, tommorrow ain't promised today 

Either bubblin' or strugglin', nuttin between 

Or have a grimie nigga like me, fuckin' ya Queen 

And the Kiss only do shit with niggaz I know (that's right) 

And the outside nigga can't fuck up my flow (c'mon)