Kiss Your Ass Goodbey

[Dj Skee]

Dj Skee is now bringing you the raw uncensored street

shit

Don't kick them, yeah, and by the way...

[Devil Voice]

Nu Jerzey Devil

This is a Dj Skee premiere . . [Scratches in]

[Chorus - Sheek Louch]

You can kiss your ass goodbyeee

(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)

La da daaa, laa daa daaaa

[Verse 1 - Sheek Louch]

Aiyyo,

The flow is here, the dough is here

The gon' call this the hardest remix of the year

(haha)

The wrist is sickle, the nine is mickle (damn)

The inside tan, the outter pickle (wooh)

The dutch is rolled, the yak is poured (aight)

You running you mouth, I'm gettin you jawed (ouch)

I'm wavin the blade, I'm tellin you back up (back up)

You empty your pockets, I picking your pack up (gimme

that)

You can act stupid if you wanna

Like you don't know what block I'm in fronta (I'm

right here nigga)

I'm out in New York, or down in the south (no doubt)

I'm out in the trap, with gold in my mouth (haha)

They book me for the clubs in the hood (yeah)

But niggas sacred to go, but Sheek Louch good

(D-Block)

It's loaded when I get out the car, like

(La da daaa, laa daa daaaa)

[Chorus - Sheek Louch]

You can kiss your ass goodbyeee

(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)

La da daaa, laa daa daaaa

[Verse 2 - Fabolous]

Yeah, D-Block

They say hate spread faster than love

So the Bentley's black, same color as the mask and the

gloves

With me, I'mma send a bastard to bug

'fore you get the police, the first and last of the

gov

These dickhead niggas, you shoot 'em the bleed comes

The two pussies you with, just make it a threesome

They buyin out quick, you gotta buy your C guns

Now they spread magasines, 'fore they can read one

My glass jar had a hell of a rerun

(la da daaa, laa daa daaaa)

As we proceed son, had i known

Every hood got a street fan, if not they need one

I'm thinking short ranged

Gimme a sport ranged

I wanna get warmer

I'm jumping in the sauna

Duck when I'm passing by

Put your head 'tween your legs

Kiss your ass goodbye

[Chorus - Sheek Louch]

You can kiss your ass goodbyeee

(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)

La da daaa, laa daa daaaa

[Verse 3 - Beanie Sigel]

You niggas lost ya'll game, I'm throwin the rock down

Just to put ya'll D, I'm back on the block now

Running your mouth 'fore I shit all in it

All ya'll ass, and I'm about to dig all in it

I birthed you niggas

I fed, and I burped you niggas

Quick as that, I will earth you niggas

Clothed you niggas

Whiped the snot from the nose of you niggas

What not to expose you niggas

Trist knife or razor fight

I got a year and a day

Still played it like they gave me life

Can't walk through these jail without shackles and two

cops

Throwing shit on the wall, not at the food slot

Got connects with pops, we boofin the weed planes

Hit my khaki's, watched them pressed for food stamps

Respectin the jail, or checkin the mail

I stay on the phone, I don't put collect on the bill

You let them DC niggas have sex in your cell

You live with a gun, you like gettin hit from the

front

Stand some shit, like two dicks with no bitch

Rumor has it, you like your chicks with no tits

F.Y.I. your P.S.I. said you snitch

How you blow trail and stay all rich, bitch

Now it's time to set it off

You got sumfn on ur chest man the tec will tear it

off

Mwuah

[Chorus - Sheek Louch]

You can kiss your ass goodbyeee

(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)

La da daaa, laa daa daaaa

[The Game]

[Whisperin]

Hurricane Game,

welcome to your funeral motherfuckas

[Verse 4 ? The Game]

you rat ass nigga you run with the fags u pussy

I shoot at your man put him in a bag you push me

After you flop im takin your fans,

Give you a reason to do that dumb shit with your

hands

Piss in your mouth and burn your promotional van

Come to your wake and slap all 3 of your fans

Get your mind right

Or get your mind put right next to them all white air

nikes

Nails in your coffin leave them locked air tite

Let him scream g-unit with dust in his wind pipes

Drive him threw north philly, Brooklyn and Yonkers

How it feel to get fucked all the way from Compton

[Chorus - Sheek Louch]

You can kiss your ass goodbyeee

(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)

La da daaa, laa daa daaaa

[Verse 5 - Jadakiss]

alot of niggas supposed to be down, they most be

clowns

who think im trying to sign with H.O.V. to get close

to the crown

I take a couple o0o?s and Aaah?s, jewls and cars

Screw some broads, and im still cool with Nas

Ya real suttle still, so fuckin ill

How you can turn an idea into a couple mill

But everybody got they hand in the pot

So either you cut them off or hand them a knot

And I aint neva planning to stop, im planning to rock

Till the rims matchin the top, and the fantom is drop

They?ll neva get away with the shit I pull off god

Knifes on the clutch even though I pull off hard

And you no the old kiss, you don?t know the grown

kiss

Got bout 5 in me until I get homesick

Still got access to the 2 tone bricks

Terry cloth sweats, and wally?s that pretty tone shit

[Chorus - Sheek Louch]

You can kiss your ass goodbyeee

(D-block, D-block, D-block, D-block)

La da daaa, laa daa daaaa