A lotta niggaz is thousandnaires, where?
(Take that, take that)
It's ironic, but the God was beefin' with Satan
Fuck that, pop off till nothin' in the clip left
They act like it's all love, only love is your money
But you still might catch Kiss in some hot wheels
Hustle hard till none of them bricks left
If I wasn't on some shit, I'm gettin' on it
(Take that, take that)
I'm neither, but I been hot so long
Uh, if they ask what happened
So I can just imagine how ya pop's feel, damn
No love this time, nigga, kiss of death, what
(Nothin' left)
If they asked what happened
Let y'all negros know Jada got skill
(Nobody)
But my strength in the hood outruns my wealth
Make sure ain't a chain or a chip left
I'm a man first, tired of punchin' niggaz
Walkin' 'round town, frontin' like they got millz
And I had crack so much, it's hard to ace
All I'm really waitin' is for niggaz to act stupid
So I'ma shoot niggaz 'cuz my hands hurt
(Nothin' left)
(Take that, take that)
(Tell 'em it's the kiss of death)
So you should just imagine how the Ak feel
Hustle hard till none of them bricks left
Haha, look how I get back to it
I don't wanna hear what happened, matter of fact
(Nobody)
It feels like I got a lifetime fever
I love y'all tho, my niggaz for even relatin'
Tell 'em Kiss, the kiss of death
And you ain't worth my shells, no
Now I ain't gotta spit, I could cough and still eat ya
Hole in the head, slashed or the split chest
To all my real niggaz, sorry for keepin' you waitin'
(Tell 'em it's the kiss of death)
I don't spit bars, I distribute the crack fluid
Make sure ain't a chain or a chip left
So when it's over, nigga, are you a thug or a dummy?
I send my young niggaz to do it, in the black Buick
Hole in the head, slashed or the split chest
For what it's worth, I'm one myself
You look a nigga in the eye, you could tell if he tinted
Make sure ain't a chain or a chip left
The only thing better than money, is respect
Hate a nigga that ain't never there to see shit
(Tell 'em it's the kiss of death)
Fuck that, pop off till nothin' in the clip left
(Tell 'em it's the kiss of death)
Might as well declare the clappin', 'cuz my bones is old
Come to me with ya hand out, I'm spittin' on it
Niggaz jaws is like laws, don't easy to break 'em
These fake rappers gettin' by with these hell of a gimmicks
But always hear what happened
Uh, if they ask what happened
If they asked what happened
Till nobody in his clique left
Stick it up till not a crumb on the strip left
This ain't Kiss talkin' neither, I'm speakin' for Jason
(Pop off)
Till nobody in his clique left
Stick it up till not a crumb on the strip left
(Uh, uh)
New Bentley coupe with the stock wheels
Oh, fuck rap, I make mills of reefer
(Pop off)
And God is great, guard ya space
Hole in the head, slashed or the split chest
I don't even care what happened here
(Uh, uh)
If they ask what happened
(Uh, uh)
(Tell 'em it's the kiss of death)
(Pop off)
You a jackass like Johnny Knoxville
(Tell 'em it's the kiss of death)
When you a problem it's harder to keep them from hatin'
Gotta lotta wear and tear from scrappin'
Tell 'em Kiss, the kiss of death
One hand wash the other, both wash the face
Uh, if they ask what happened
(Nobody)
Fuck that, pop off till nothin' in the clip left
(Nothin' left)
This is lox ville and even white America
Hustle hard till none of them bricks left
38 revolver flow, it's hard to trace, what
Stick it up till not a crumb on the strip left
Till nobody in his clique left
