Jadakiss - Kiss of Death Lyrics

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Uh, I learnt the game, I know what I want and I'm in it,
The time is now, it's gonna be up in a minute,
You look a ***** in the eye, you could tell if he tinted,
These fake rappers getting by with these hell of a gimmicks,
They act like it's all love, only love is your money,
So when it's over *****, are you a thug or a dummy,
I'm neither, but I been hot so long, it feels like I got a lifetime fever,
And I ain't gotta spit, I could cough and still eat ya,
And **** rap I make mills of reefer,
I'm a man first, tired of punching *****s, so I'ma shoot *****s cause my hands hurt,
And God is great, guard ya space,
One hand wash the other, both wash the face,
And I head crack so much, it's hard to ace,
.38 revolver flow, its hard to trace, what!

[Chorus: Styles P (Jadakiss)]
**** that, pop off till nothing in the clip left (pop off)
Till nobody in his clique left (nobody)
Hole in the head, slashed or the split chest
If they asked what happened (tell em it's the Kiss Of Death)
Hustle hard till none of them bricks left (nothin left),
Stick it up till not a crumb on the strip left (take that, take that)
Make sure ain't a chain or a chip left (uh uh)
If they asked what happened (tell em' its the Kiss Of Death)
Tell em Kiss (The kiss of death!)

This is LOXville, and even white America'll let y'all negros know Jada got skill
You a jackass like Johnny Knoxville,
So I can jus imagine how ya pops feel (damn!)
And you ain't worth my shells, so you should just imagine how the Ak feel,
A lot of *****s is thousandnaires, walking round town, fronting like they got mills
For what it's worth, I'm one myself, but my strength in the hood outruns my wealth
But you still might catch Kiss in some hot wheels, New Bentley coupe, with the stock wheels,
Haha, look how I get back to it, I send my young *****s to do it, in the black Buick,
I don't spit bars, I distribute the crack fluid,
All I'm really waitin on is for *****s to act stupid


To all my real *****s, sorry for keeping you waiting,
It's ironic, but the god was beefing with Satan,
I love y'all tho, my *****s for even relating,
This ain't Kiss talking neither, I'm speaking for Jason,
When you a problem it's harder to keep them from hating,
*****s jaws, is like laws, don't easy to break em,
If I wasn't on some ****, I'm getting on it, come to me with ya hand out to me, I'm spitting on it,
I don't want to hear what happened, matter of fact, I don't even care what happened,
Might as well declare the clapping, 'cause my bones is old,
Gotta lot of wear and tear from scrapping,
Hate a ***** that, ain't never there to see ****, but always hear what happened,
The thing better than money, is respect,
No love this time, *****, Kiss Of Death, what!


Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 What You So Mad At?
  • 3 Shine
  • 4 Bring You Down
  • 5 Time's Up
  • 6 Why
  • 7 U Make Me Wanna
  • 8 Hot (skit)
  • 9 Hot Sauce to Go
  • 10 Real Hip-Hop
  • 11 Shoot Outs
  • 12 Still Feel Me
  • 13 By Your Side
  • 14 Gettin' It In
  • 15 Air It Out
  • 16 Welcome to D-Block
  • 17 Kiss of Death
  • 18 I'm Goin' Back