Tonalidad: D# minor•
Verse 1
Ebm
Uh, I learned the game,
I know what I want in a minute (Uh Huh)
The time is now and it's gonna be
up in a minute (Yeah)
Gb
You look a nigga in the eye,
Ebm
You can tell if he a tenant (True)
These fake rappers gettin' by with these
Gb
Ebm
hell of a gimmicks (Ha Ha)
They act like it's all love,
only love is ya money
So when it's over nigga,
are you a thug or a dummy (Which one)
I'm neither
But I've been hot so long it feels like I got
Gb
Ebm
a lifetime fever (Hot)
Now I ain't gotta spit,
I can cough and still eat ya
Bb
Ebm
But fuck rap I make mills off reefer
I'm a man first,
tired of punchin' niggas
So I'm a shoot niggas
Bb
Gb
Ebm
Cause my hands hurt (Let's Go)
And God is great
Guard ya space
One hand wash the other,
both wash the face (Wooo)
When I had crack so much
Bb
it's hard to see
Ebm
Gb
38 revolver flow is so hard to trace
Verse 2
Cb
CHORUS
Bb
Fuck that, pop off til nuttin in the clip
Gb
Ebm
left (Pop Off)
Cb
Til nobody in his clique left
(Nobody)
Bb
Hole in the head, Slashed throat,
A split chest
Gb
Ebm
And if they ask what happened,
tell 'em it's the Kiss of Death
Cb
Bb
Hustle hard til none of them
Gb
pricks left (Nothin left)
Ebm
Stick it up til not a crumb on the strip
Cb
left (Take that Take that)
Bb
Make sure there ain't a chain
Gb
or a chip left (Uh Huh)
And if they ask what happened
Tell 'em it's the Kiss of Death
(Tell 'em Kiss)
Ebm
The Kiss of Death
Verse 3
Yo this is locksville (yeah)
And even white America let ya negros know
Jada got skills (That's right)
And you a jackass like Johnny
Knoxville (Ha Ha)
Bb
So I could just imagine how your pops
Gb
Ebm
feel (Damn)
And you ain't worth my shells (Nah)
So you should just imagine
how the ox feel
A lotta niggas is thousand biz (word)
Walkin around town like they got
mills (Ha Ha)
For what it's worth I'm one myself
But my strength in the hood
outruns my wealth (Yeah)
Still might catch Kiss in some hot
wheels (What)
Bb
New Bentley coupe with the stock
Gb
Ebm
wheels (Ha Ha)
Look how I get back to it
I send my young niggas to do it
In a black Buick
I don't spit bars
I distribute the crack fluent
All I'm really waitin is for niggas
Cb
to act stupid
Bb
Gb
Ebm
Verse 4
Cb
Gb
(Yeah Yo)
Ebm
Cb
Bb
To
Gb
Ebm
Cb
Bb
Gb
E#
all
Ebm
my real niggas,
Gb
Ebm
sorry (Sorry) for keep in you waitin
It's ironic but the God was beefin
with Satin (Feel me)
I love ya'll tho,
my niggas for even relatin (Love ya'll)
Bb
This ain't Kiss talkin neither,
Gb
Ebm
I'm speakin for Jason (Why)
When you a problem,
It's hard to keep you from hatin (Uh Huh)
Gb
And your jaws is like laws,
Ebm
so easy to break 'em (Yeah)
Gb
If I wasn't on some shit
Ebm
I'm gettin on it (Uh Huh)
Gb
Ebm
Come to me wit ya hand out, I'm spittin on it
I don't wanna hear what happened
Matter a fact I don't even care what
happened(Yeah)
Might as well declare the Clappin
Bb
Be my bones is old, got a lot of wear an
Gb
Ebm
d tear from strappin (Uh)
Hate a nigga that ain't never
there to see shit
But always hear what happened
Only thing better than
money (What) is respect
E#
Ebm
No love this time nigga
Cb
Bb
Gb
Ebm
Kiss of Death
Cb
Bb
(What)
Outro 1
CHORUS
Gb
Ebm
Cb
Bb
Gb
Ebm
Cb
Bb
Gb
Gb
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