My Name Is Kiss - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | My Name Is Kiss - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Ruff Ryders |
| Artist | Jadakiss |
| Album | Ryde Or Die Vol. II |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dean, Fields, Phillips | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Dean, Fields, Phillips | |
| 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 ceelo and craps | |
| And break niggas for they pack money, then give it back, uh | |
| CHORUS 2X |
| zuò qǔ : Dean, Fields, Phillips | |
| 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 ceelo and craps | |
| And break niggas for they pack money, then give it back, uh | |
| CHORUS 2X |
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