Blood Pressure

The headphones is on fire dis time around, Styles
Blood Pressure
Yall just bear wit me
Yo, last time Ima tell these ******s, man
Cant **** ** around, man
Jada, man
Whoever
Old ******, new ******
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...
****** 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
******ll stab you wit a fork in da heart
And The Source got mutha******as thinkin they hot
Like my ****
Got fiends thinkin they shot
When you thinkin of da best, ******
Think of The Lox
Ill cut ya ****** 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 ******s
Cuz the time that he givin out is hurtin ******s
And all these record labels jerkin ******s
And you never was a thug, yous a workin ******
And you heard that *******t 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 ****** yall want? (Jadakiss!!)
And who da ****** yall need? (Jadakiss!!)
And who da **** ** gon bleed?
All yall hataz, cuz none of yall ******s (cant ****** wit Jada!!)
Verse 2: Jadakiss
Dont you be dat clown ****** in da back of da whip
Thats gon get the second half of da clip
And all Im sayin, itll be da other ****** 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 ******?
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 ****** wit I
I make a million by June
Im sayin ****** 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