Blood Pressure lyrics

Artist  : Lox 
Song : Blood Pressure



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Blood pressure
Y’all just bear wit me
Yo, last time i’ma tell these niggas, man
Can’t f**k 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...
f**k 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 muthaf**kas 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 f**kin 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 sh*t 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 f**k y’all want? (jadakiss!!)
And who da f**k y’all need? (jadakiss!!)
And who da f**k gon’ bleed? 
All y’all hataz, cuz none of y’all niggas
(can’t f**k 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 as* 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 f**k wit i
I make a million by june
I’m sayin f**k 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