Lox - Blood Pressure
The headphones is on fire dis time around, styles Blood pressure Yall just bear wit me Yo, last time ima tell these niggas, man Cant 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. aint here Yall know da answer to dat when kiss aint here When you see me, dont ask me nothin about us And dont 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 youd sue And I aint talkin to him Im talkin to you Matter of fact, Im talkin to yall Life is like walkin a yard Niggall 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 Ill cut ya fuckin hand off if ya pinky rings hot Then come thru ya block in a sticky green drop Hop out Let off fifty-three shots Wouldnt 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 labels jerkin niggas And you never was a thug, yous a workin nigga And you heard that shit right there? I started that Dont make me put somethin up in ya starter hat No matter who you are, or where you from Screw all of dat Im not tryin to hear dat, son Hook: 2x Now, who da fuck yall want? (jadakiss!!) And who da fuck yall need? (jadakiss!!) And who da fuck gon bleed? All yall hataz, cuz none of yall niggas (cant fuck wit jada!!) Verse 2: jadakiss Dont you be dat clown nigga in da back of da whip Thats gon get the second half of da clip And all Im sayin, itll 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 Thatll twist ya moms out and do a bid wit ya pops We was in jail, you probably wont get no mail And if you pumped on my block, you wont get no sales When ya ceo know you cant fuck wit i I make a million by june Im sayin fuck july And I beg you to try me while Im holdin da tommy Ima have ya body all over da lobby I already helped yall Im about to melt yall Tell the truth, dawg I aint never felt yall This album, we gon bubble like seltzer If it aint double r, who da hell else is hard? ! Hook until end
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