Yo, yo, I know niggas wit honor and That'll still crush the blow up and then pass they mama the So I'ma always be able to my strip my bags be stuffed and I burn my tips
And it ain't no what the snub'll do So when y'all go and cop vests, cop one for mother too And I'm way better than them dudes But I'm stuck wit, what I'm stuck wit 'cause I suck dick
Sat with the players and I with the coaches And I'ma always be in the hood like is ferocious, dough is ferocious Two guns by each lung no holsters
And I control all the fish scale in the And still make your week sales look pretty I come through, all you hear is in the muffler And you could ask anybody if the Kiss is a
He's a I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh a gambler I hold it down, getting bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
He's a I always make the paper and the F.B.I. got me on list why He's a Ruff nigga, Ryde or Die nigga By the way, did I you that my name is Kiss?
And I don't understand how a nigga could chill a two liter'll dust you so get you a mil' Yes, I got loose ends, out the sunroof of the blue M I'm Lou Sims
And make sure they hit you wit both shorties I think this summer's gon' be the bodies You never ask a in jail if he chilling make sure you make all the sales in the building
'Cuz now niggas think it's all to tell And you could put out some garbage and it might, sell A lotta niggas be and shiest But that's 'til you treat 'em like a video And edit they
This is a threat, when I talk you, listen to And if I run out of money, then my is a bet And the streets said they wanted more Up north pop me in and do a hundred more dips
He's a I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh a gambler I hold it down, getting bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
He's a I make the paper and the F.B.I. got me on they list why He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, or Die nigga By the way, did I tell you my name is Kiss?
Yo, whether it's dope money or rap money, gamble the Trey of Mauseburgs, handle the shit Got too big for the city, cops brought in the So we moved across the map and brought in the
Niggas chill for a month and a half, no Got the of baggers and all of the gun busters And you know how it go 'cuz it rarely'll got a license and a alias name
We don't smoke we hustle and none of us talk to back 'til we home, we can front in New York 'Cuz of us is running from court Smoking weed, mumbling Trying to stay humble for
We could do this the mob way and kiss you on cheeks Or do it the hard way and shoot your gold teeth Stand on any block, play and craps And niggas for they pack money, then give it back, uh
He's a I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh He's a I always it down, getting bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
He's a I make the paper and the F.B.I. got me on they list why He's a Ruff nigga, Ryde or Die nigga By the way, did I tell you that my name is
a hustler I anywhere, any town, any borough, any strip, uh a gambler I always it down, getting bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
a gangster I make the paper and the F.B.I. got me on they list why He's a Ruff nigga, Ryde or Die nigga By the way, did I tell you that my is Kiss?