The LOX - Blood Pressure lyrics

rate me

The headphones is on fire dis time around, Styles

Blood Pressure

Y'all just bear wit me

Yo, last time I'ma tell these niggas, man

Can't fuck around, man

Jada, man

Whoever

Old nigga, new nigga

Wha!! Yo, yo, yo...

Verse 1: 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 definatly ask me nothin about...

Fuck 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

Nigga'll stab you wit a fork in da heart

And The Source got muthafuckas thinkin they hot

Like my dope

Got fiends thinkin they shot

When you thinkin of da best, nigga

Think of The Lox

I'll cut ya fuckin hand off if ya pinky ring's hot

Then come thru ya block in a sticky green drop

Hop out

Let off fifty-three shots

Wouldn't care if I hit fifty-three cops

Guliani might as well be merkin niggas

Cuz the time that he givin out is hurtin niggas

And all these record label's jerkin niggas

And you never was a thug, you's a workin nigga

And you heard that shit 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

Hook: 2x

Now, who da fuck y'all want? (Jadakiss!!)

And who da fuck y'all need? (Jadakiss!!)

And who da fuck gon' bleed?

All y'all hataz, cuz none of y'all niggas (can't fuck wit Jada!!)

Verse 2: Jadakiss

Don't you be dat clown nigga 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 nigga in the front of the da whip

Runnin his lip, wit a gun on his hip

Feel me dawg?

Everybody walk da walk 'til 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?

Cuz I can get his ass 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 ne 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 fuck wit I

I make a million by June

I'm sayin fuck July

And I beg you to try me while I'm holdin da Tommy

I'ma have ya body all over da lobby

I already helped y'all

I'm about to melt y'all

Tell the truth, dawg

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?!

Hook until end