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    "My Name Is Kiss" Lyrics

    Dj Clue? feat. Jadakiss

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    Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and will
    That'll still crush the blow up and then pass they mama the bill
    So I'm a always be able to burn my strip
    'Cause my bags be stuffed and I burn my tips

    And it ain't no tellin' what the snub'll do
    So when y'all go and cop vests cop one for your mother too
    And I'm way better than them other dudes
    But I'm stuck wit, what I'm stuck wit, cause I don't suck dick

    Sat with the players and I stood with the coaches
    And I'm a 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 fish scale 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

    Styles: He's a hustler
    Jadakiss: I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh
    S: He's a gambler
    J: I always hold it down, gettin bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
    S: He's a gangster
    J: I always make the paper and the FBI got me on they list, that's why
    S: He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga
    J: By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss?

    And I don't understand how a broke nigga could chill
    When a two liter'll dust you so get you a mil
    Yes I got loose ends, poppin out the sunroof of the blue M
    I'm like Lou Sims

    And I'm a make sure they hit you wit both shotties
    I think this summer's 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

    'Cause now niggas think it's all right to tell
    And you could put out some garbage and it might could sell
    A lot of niggas be petty and sheist
    But that's 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


    Yo, whether it's 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, 'cause it rarely'll change
    Everybody got a license and a alias name

    We don't smoke when we hustle and none of us talk
    Back to back til we home, we can front in New York
    'Cause 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

    [Chorus: x2]
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Darrin Dean, Anthony Fields, Jason Phillips, Jason T Phillips.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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