Too hard for MTV/not black enough for BET/just let me be


Now dont start flipping it/everbody know/we been had dough/y'all just start getting it

the god minus the 12 disciples/ i pop up all you see is shells and rifles/ if i dont like you/im'a kill you not fight you/ I bite a little piece of your ear like mike do


5th and 4/mac and a pump/act and i dump/throw you out the window and act like u jumped.


They feel cuz/cause they know the flow's ill just like Will was


"you already know what ima bout when i run up in ya house put the gun up in ya mouth and get the money out the couch hearin u out is senseless perhaps for instance i give this faggot a french kiss"

"why we don't laugh at death/ but cry at birth"


If i catch you in bed with the 9/ I'll put your brains on your clock/ then you'll really be ahead of your time

ya'll pop collars/ we pop collar bones


"you can find out if the gates is pearly/
BANG BANG, D-Block Gang, EARLY!"

now i'm in a rap gang, twisting these honey's out/
never left the crack game, still on the money route/
I run through the industry, looking for enemies"



"now i hate beans but fuck it kiss gone eat its me and u fuck the labels lets go street"

"wha the fuck wuz u thinkin nigga fat stinkin nigga what bitch wanna lay wit u fuck nigga i can get u merked in a day or 2"

"now when i met u u wuz on my dick jigga gave u some old bentleys now u on some shit and niggas cant stand u sigel yo flow is mine anyway so dont bite the hand that feed u"

"got me on tape hardknock life tour huggin ya moms"
i'll put your brain everywhere so you can share your thoughts

got a chick named supa head/ she give supa head
just moved in da buildin`/ even gave the super head

and yall scared I can tell/cuz ima get Bucks like Milwaukee cuz like Sam I Cassell/

You know I got the master flow fast or slow/you wanna know who the best is ask ya ho/-Put Ya Hands up

the estate got six locations/take so long to get to the front once I missed probation/-Knock yaself Out

if you two deep and one is a bitch she gettin knocked out-Run

shoot to kill stomp niggas out boot to grill/I give you a reason why Im the truh for real/niggas cant fuck with Kiss I mean that/had to stop eating red meat cuz I ate too many Beanie Macks/

Realistically your just a worker and your boss is my man-Here we go again

Mos def I have a nigga bury your carcus/for a Kool G and Im not from Rawkus/how Im stuntin on a disco beat, your's a fag/ya next rhyme should be on a Sisqo beat/and I hate Beans but fuck it Kiss going eat/its me and you fuck the labels lets go street/

"real life street shit truest and tha deepest- I know niggaz that go ta jail just ta get they teeth fixed"

Listen, I'ma leave you right where you stand
Have the ambulance pass ya Timberlands off right to ya man
Cuz he pussy, he ain't gonna do nothin but look
When it come to beef, he don't wanna do nothing but cook


Let the .40 Cal give em a perm
This industry is like bacteria and my flow is a germ


I'm just tryin to make sure that my sons wealthy
Out of shape but I make sure that my guns healthy


This goes out to all of your mans
Why put you in the verse when I can put in a coroner van


As soon as the chrome scope him, right there, two in the dome
Smokin, Kiss keep funeral homes open

Who you know besides 'Kiss take the piss in the bottle of Crist'
and then give it to a modelin bitch

You wanna know why I invest all my money into haze and into dope
Cuz right now, I'm currently a slave for Interscope

Yo, yo if I had twenty four hours to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket

I run through the industry looking for enemies
Y'all niggaz sound sick and Jada the remedy

niggaz can't fuck with Kiss, I mean that
Had to stop eating red meat cause I ate too many Beanie-Macs

"You might find your man dead in the ocean/ but he'll be aiight cuz dead rappers get better promotion"