Blood Pressure

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]