Songtext My name is kiss Dmx

My name is kiss

[verse 1]
Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and will
Thatll still crush the blow up and then pass they mama the bill
So ima always be able to burn my strip
Cuz my bags be stuffed and I burn my tips
And it aint no tellin what the snubll do
So when yall go and cop ss cop one for your mother too
And Im way better than them other dudes
But Im stuck wit, what Im stuck wit
Cuz I dont suck dick
Sat with the plays and I stood with the cultures
And ima always be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by each lung with no holsters
And I control all the fishscale in the city
And still make your first week sales look pretty
I come through, all you hear is chip in the muffler
And you could ask anybody if the kiss is a hustler

[chorus:]
[styles:] hes a hustler
[jadakiss:] I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
[s:] hes a gambler
[j:] I always hold it down, gettin bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
[s:] hes a gangster
[j:] I always make the paper and the fbi got me on they list, thats why
[s:] hes a ruff ryder nigga, ryde or die nigga
[j:] by the way, did I tell you that my name is kiss?

[verse 2]
And I dont understand how a broke nigga could chill
When a two literll dust you so get you a mil
Yes I got loose ends, poppin out the sunroof of the blue m
Im like lou sims
And ima make sure they hit you wit both shotties
I think this summers gon be the most bodies
You never ask a nigga in jail if he chillin
Just make sure you make all the sales in the building
Cuz now niggas think its all right to tell
And you could put out some garbage and it might could sell
Alotta niggas be petty and sheist
But thats only til you treat em like a video and edit they life
This is a threat, when I talk you listen to death
And if I run out of money then my wrist is a bet
And the streets said they wanted more kiss
Up north niggas pop me in, and do a hundred more dips

[chorus]

[verse 3]
Yo, whether its dope money or rap money, gamble the shit
Trey pounds of mauseburgs, handle the shit
Got too big for the city, cops brought in the feds
So we moved across the map and brought in the bread
Niggas chill for a month and a half, no ruckus
Got the pictures of baggers and all of the gun busters
And you know how it go, cuz it rarelyll change
Everybody got a license and a alias name
We dont smoke when we hustle and none of us talk
Back to back til we home, we can front in new york
Cuz some of us is runnin from court
Smokin weed, mumblin thoughts
Tryin to stay humble for shorts
We could do this the mob way and kiss you on both cheeks
Or do it the hard way and shoot through your gold teeth
Stand on any block, play cee-lo and craps
And break niggas for they pack money, then give it back, uh

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