Lox - Blood Pressure Lyrics
The headphones is on fire dis time around, stylesBlood pressureYall just bear wit meYo, last time ima tell these niggas, manCant ***** around, manJada, manWhoeverOld nigga, new niggaWha!! yo, yo, yo...Verse 1: jadakissWho really da best rapper since b.i.g. aint hereYall know da answer to dat when kiss aint hereWhen you see me, dont ask me nothin about usAnd dont definatly ask me nothin about...***** itYou owe me one, I owe you twoI woulda smacked you wit da burner, but I know youd sueAnd I aint talkin to himIm talkin to youMatter of fact, Im talkin to yallLife is like walkin a yardNiggall stab you wit a fork in da heartAnd the source got mutha*****as thinkin they hotLike my dopeGot fiends thinkin they shotWhen you thinkin of da best, niggaThink of the loxIll cut ya *****in hand off if ya pinky rings hotThen come thru ya block in a sticky green dropHop outLet off fifty-three shotsWouldnt care if I hit fifty-three copsGuliani might as well be merkin niggasCuz the time that he givin out is hurtin niggasAnd all these record labels jerkin niggasAnd you never was a thug, yous a workin niggaAnd you heard that shit right there?I started thatDont make me put somethin up in ya starter hatNo matter who you are, or where you fromScrew all of datIm not tryin to hear dat, sonHook: 2xNow, who da ***** yall want? (jadakiss!!)And who da ***** yall need? (jadakiss!!)And who da ***** gon bleed?All yall hataz, cuz none of yall niggas (cant ***** wit jada!!)Verse 2: jadakissDont you be dat clown nigga in da back of da whipThats gon get the second half of da clipAnd all Im sayin, itll be da other nigga in the front of the da whipRunnin his lip, wit a gun on his hipFeel me dawg?Everybody walk da walk til they run into kissThen, they get stabbed, or hung, or stung wit da fifthHow you think ya man hard when son on my dick?Cuz I can get his ass body, plus front him a brickGot a chick named super-headShe give super-headJust moved in the buildin, even gave the super headI cop big guns that spit super leadSo, play superman, end up super deadCall ne kiss, or da kid from the loxThatll twist ya moms out and do a bid wit ya popsWe was in jail, you probably wont get no mailAnd if you pumped on my block, you wont get no salesWhen ya ceo know you cant ***** wit iI make a million by juneIm sayin ***** julyAnd I beg you to try me while Im holdin da tommyIma have ya body all over da lobbyI already helped yallIm about to melt yallTell the truth, dawgI aint never felt yallThis album, we gon bubble like seltzerIf it aint double r, who da hell else is hard? !Hook until end
