Artist: Jadakiss f/ Styles P Album: Kiss of Death Song: Kiss of Death Typed by: richy_b69@hotmail.com This should be played at high volume (aha) Preferably in a residential area [Jadakiss] 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 nigga in the eye you can 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 ya money So when 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 mills off reefer Im a man first tired of punchin niggaz So ima shoot niggaz cause my hands hurt And god I great guard your space One hand wash the other both wash the face And I head crack so much its hard to ace 38 revolver flow is hard to trace, wha[Styles P] (Jadakiss) Fuck that pop off till nuthin in the clip left (pop off) Till nobody in his click left (nobody) Holdin the head slash throw the split chest If they ask what happen (tell em it's the kiss of death) Hustle hard till none of them bricks left (nuttin left) Stick it up till not a crumb on the strip left (take that, take that) Make sure it ain't a chain or a chip left (uh-uh) If they ask wut happen (tell em it's the kiss of death) Tell em kiss (thug kiss of death) [Jadakiss] Yea yo, this is lox ville and even white America Let y'all negro's that jadas got skills You a jackass like Johnny noxville So I can just imagine how your pops feel Damn, and you ain't worth my shell So you can just imagine how the ox feel Alotta niggaz is thousandaires Walkin round town frontin like they got mills For what its worth I'm one myself But my strength in the hood outruns my wealth Still might catch kiss in some hot wheels New Bentley coup wit the stock wheels Haha, look how I get back to it Send my young niggaz to do it in a black Buick I don't spit bars I distribute the crack fluid All I'm really waitins for niggaz to act stupid [Jadakiss] Yea yo, to all my real niggaz sorry for keeping you waitin Its ironic but the god was beefin wit satan I love y'all though my niggaz for even relatin This ain't kiss talking either I'm speakin for Jason When u a problem its to keep em from hatin Niggaz jaws is like laws so easy to break em Cause if I wasn't on some shit I'm getting on it Come to me wit your hand out I'm spittin on it I don't wanna hear what happened Madda fact I don't even care what happened Might as well declare the clappin Cause my bones is old I got a lot of wear and tear from scrappin Hate a nigga that ain't never there to see shit but always hear what happened The only thing better than money is respect No love this time nigga Kiss of death