My Name Is Kiss Lyrics - Ryde Or Die: Vol.2 - Dmx

[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 

'cause my bags be stuffed and I burn my tips 

And it ain't 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 

'cause 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 

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[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 

'cause 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, 'cause 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 

'cause 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]