[Verse 1]

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 n