My Name Is Kiss Lyrics

(feat. Jadakiss)

[Verse 1] 
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 
Cuz my bags be stuffed and I burn my tips 
And it aint no tellin what the snub'll do 
So when y'all go and cop S's 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 
Cuz I don't suck dick 
Sat with the plays and I stood with the cultures 
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 fishscale 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 

[CHORUS:]
[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? 

[Verse 2] 
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'ma 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 
Cuz now niggas think it's all right to tell 
And you could put out some garbage and it might could sell 
Alotta 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 

[CHORUS]

[Verse 3] 
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 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 2X]