fukk the speculation talk over
nikka dig this,I'm 'bout to sun kiss like the soda
And make J to the muah
Put his lips on his nine and really kiss the game goodbye
You 'bout to really make me hurt you kiss
Spitting candy bars, this nikka sweeter than a Hershey's kiss
Got the heat I'm 'bout to work the fifth
Resin off that purple shyt,The reverend got to get a hearse for kiss
You broke,Talkin' 'bout you rocked ya self out
When I see you gon' really wish you knocked ya self out
Want it with Sig', need the whole Lox to help out
It's just me, I don't need the Roc to help out
I could tell why Styles say he the ghost of this shyt
I could tell in ya style you write most of ya shyt
Ya name muah nikka mostly bytch
Let the doc' remind you what a thug is about & I'm talking to Jada
And any of ya muhfukkin haters, who like they wanna put down paper
Tell em meet me at any arena,Bring his nina
I got the mask and the techs and the tommy guns
Leave it up to Hov to X out Tommy Buns(DMX)
We could bet what you owe Puff and double ya debt
Double that, quadruple the threat
Now look what you made me do, brains blew
My team of the marine blue, six coupe
Skeeted out,Heated out,Weeded out
Haze and hydro,On our way to Y-O(yonkers)
Yo when I met you, you was on my dikk
Jigga gave you his old Bentley's, now you on some shyt
And I don't know where they found you son
But since ya pops aint around i'ma punish you & ground you son
And nikkas can't stand you Sigel
Ya flow is mine anyway so don't bite the hand that feed you
Them nikkas that gassed you is ass too
Trust me, them nikkas don't wanna shoot 5 dawg they rusty
Believe or not, the ghetto is mine
And when I see you, I'mma put ya conrows on the yellow lines
I got nikkas in Philly that been where you live
Fuck Scarface, My bullets hit women & kids
Worst mistake was trying for me
And you can bring the baby gorilla(Freeway), with you, he dying for free
And I'm stuntin on a disco beat
And you'se a faq, ya next rhyme should be on a Sisqo beat
And I hate Beans but fukk it, Kiss gon eat
It's me and you, fukk the labels, lets go streets
Ya rap fans need me
I don't know why this nikka keep talking greasy when Macs jam easy
What the fukk was you thinkin nikka?
Fat stinkin nikka...what bytch wanna lay with you?
fukk nikka,i could get you merked in a day or two
No casket, only thing left was a braid or two
You forget, the reason that you signed to the Roc
Cuz you listened and you watched, and listened to the Lox
All it takes is a gun and a bomb
You got me on tape, Hard Knock Life tour, huggin ya moms
Dawg you still gotta convince me
And don't be a coward and try to turn Philly against me
And I ain't making no more songs neither
So when I shoot 'em in his face, I don't wanna hear that I'm wrong neither
Hold that, suck my dikk, fakkit
None of ya'll nikkas can fukk wit Kiss
It's the J to the izz A, D to the izz A
Ya'll nikkas is p*ssy, ya'll don't want no gunplizzay
Sigel's not real to me therfore he doesn't exist
Vamoose, son of a Kiss....
I killed Kiss Onces,Styles, Im bout to Focus On Nas
You Spit the wack shyt,You Hear the mac Spit
I was Hittin Kiss,Sheek Ran, I'll Make you backflip
Back to J-A-D-A, Pinkett or Kiss,
No Mather how i look at it, i think of a bytch
No matter how i switch it up, i think of a actor
Cant stick to the script, ima give you a clip
Styles Die on a holiday, Kiss die on a holiday
J-A-D-A, Put your life on Pause no reply
Holidays Gettin on, fukk BEANIE SIGEL
nikka You Can suck my dikk with shyt on it
Mac put a lid on, fukk with me,i'll Kill your whole fukking family,You can put your kid on it (
)Free(way) You a bytch too!
Wanna run with your man? talk greasy, you getting hit too,
Make New york jumpin like when jeter get off,
how the fukk yall the roc when you leader is soft(jay-z)
I'm on my way to Yonkers to see this prick
He talkin' shyt on his records like he got clips
I'ma see where he at when he see this 5th
nikkas rappin' and it bout no dumpin'
This nikka Kiss got a lightbulb missin'
Clap all brain or somethin' clap all night glow vision
Toast yall cowards
Now I know the reason why Pac ain't really like most yall cowards
nikkas can't fukk with Kiss, I meanie that
Had to stop eating red meat cause I ate too many Beanie-Macs
I'm not one of them nikkas and since you so richeous
Don't make me send your ass to Allah quicker
I came back and it’s plain, y’all nikkaz ain’t rappin the same
fukk the flow, y’all jackin our slang
I seen the same shyt happen to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrows tryin to wild out
The game is ours, we’ll never foul out
Y’all just better hope we gracefully bow out
Would say the nikka name but he far from the truth
You a bytch cock sucker & your boss is p*ssy(jayz)
this nikka wanna say my name, better get a gun
all i see when your throw up your sign is upside down p*ssy
fukk with p i ll leave upside down p*ssy
Beans just make you fart, Kiss really shyt on nikkas
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