(feat. Jadakiss)

Verse 1
YoyoI 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 witwhat 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 ferociousdough 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 throughall 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 anywhereany townany boroughany stripuh
S: He s a gambler
J: I always hold it downgettin bankroll in 456 in trips
S: He s a gangster
J: I always make the paper and the FBI got me on they listthat s why
S: He s a Ruff Ryder niggaRyde or Die nigga
J: By the waydid 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 endspoppin 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 threatwhen 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 inand do a hundred more dips

CHORUS

Verse 3
Yowhether it s dope money or rap moneygamble the shit
Trey pounds of Mauseburgshandle the shit
Got too big for the citycops brought in the feds
So we moved across the map and brought in the bread
Niggas chill for a month and a halfno ruckus
Got the pictures of baggers and all of the gun busters
And you know how it gocuz 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 homewe can front in New York
Cuz some of us is runnin from court
Smokin weedmumblin 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 blockplay cee-lo and craps
And break niggas for they pack moneythen give it backuh

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