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'ma always be able to burn my strip 'Cause my bags be stuffed and I burn my tips And it ain't no telling 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'ma 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 He's a hustler I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh He's a gambler I always hold it down, getting bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips He's a gangster I always make the paper and the F.B.I. got me on they list That's why He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga 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, popping out the sunroof of the blue M I'm like Lou Sims And I'ma make sure they hit you wit both shorties I think this summer's gon' be the most bodies You never ask a nigga in jail if he chilling Just make sure you make all the sales in the building 'Cuz now niggas think it's all right to tell And you could put out some garbage and it might, could sell A lotta niggas be petty and shiest 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 He's a hustler I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh He's a gambler I always hold it down, getting bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips He's a gangster I always make the paper and the F.B.I. got me on they list That's why He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss? 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 'cuz 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 'Cuz some of us is running from court Smoking weed, mumbling thoughts Trying 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 He's a hustler I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh He's a gambler I always hold it down, getting bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips He's a gangster I always make the paper and the F.B.I. got me on they list That's why He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss? He's a hustler I hustle anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh He's a gambler I always hold it down, getting bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips He's a gangster I always make the paper and the F.B.I. got me on they list That's why He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die nigga By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss? © JUSTIN COMBS PUBLISHING INC; JAE'WON PUBLISHING; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com