The LOX - Blood Pressure Lyrics

The headphones is on fire dis time around
Styles
Blood pressure
Y'all just bear wit' me
Yo, last time I'm a tell these n****s, man
Can't f*** around, man
Jada, man
Whoever
Old n****, new n****
Wha!
Yo, yo, yo...

[Jadakiss]
Who really da best rapper since B.I.G. ain't here?
Y'all know da answer to dat when Kiss ain't here
When you see me, don't ask me nothin' about us
And don't definitely ask me nothin' about...
F*** it
You owe me one, I owe you two
I woulda smacked you wit' da burner
But I know you'd sue, and I ain't talkin' to him
I'm talkin' to you
Matter of fact, I'm talkin' to y'all
Life is like walkin' a yard
N****'ll stab you wit' a fork in da heart
And The Source got muthaf***as thinkin' they hot
Like my dope
Got fiends thinkin' they shot
When you thinkin' of da best, n****
Think of The Lox
I'll cut ya f***in' hand off if ya pinky ring's hot
Then come through ya block in a sticky green drop
Hop out
Let off fifty-three shots
Wouldn't care if I hit fifty-three cops
Giuliani might as well be merkin' n****s
'Cause the time that he givin' out is hurtin' n****s
And all these record labels jerkin' n****s
And you never was a thug
You's a workin' n****
And you heard that s*** right there?
I started that
Don't make me put somethin' up in ya Starter hat
No matter who you are, or where you from
Screw all of dat
I'm not tryin' to hear dat, son

[Chorus x 2]
Now, who da f*** y'all want? (Jadakiss!)
And who da f*** y'all need? (Jadakiss!)
And who da f*** gon' bleed?
All y'all hataz 'cause none of y'all n****s (Can't f*** wit' Jada!)

[Jadakiss]
Don't you be dat clown n**** in da back of da whip
That's gon' get the second half of da clip
And all I'm sayin': it'll be da other n**** in the front of the da whip
Runnin' his lip, wit' a gun on his hip
Feel me, dog?
Everybody walk da walk till they run into Kiss
Then they get stabbed, or hung, or stung wit' da fifth
How you think ya man hard when son on my dick?
'Cause I can get his a**, body, plus front him a brick
Got a chick named Super-head
She give super head
Just moved in the buildin', even gave the super head
I cop big guns that spit super lead
So, play Superman, end up super dead
Call me Kiss, or da kid from The Lox
That'll twist ya moms out and do a bid wit' ya pops
We was in jail
You probably won't get no mail
And if you pumped on my block, you won't get no sales
When ya CEO know you can't f*** wit' I
I make a million by June
I'm sayin' f*** July
And I beg you to try me while I'm holdin' da Tommy
I'm a have ya body all over da lobby
I already helped y'all
I'm about to melt y'all
Tell the truth, dog
I ain't never felt y'all
This album - we gon' bubble like Seltzer
If it ain't Double R, who da hell else is hard?

[Chorus]