Jadakiss – Blood Pressure lyrics

One the head fones is on fire this time around styles
My blood pressure up bear wit me
Last time ima tell theses niggas man, niggas can fuck around Jada who eva man old nigga new nigga what yo yo yo yo yo

[Verse:]
Who really the best rapper since big eint here
Yall no the answer to that when kiss eint here
When you see me don't ask me nothing about us
And don't definately ask me nothing about.. Fuck it
You owe me one I owe you too
I would've smacked you wit the burner but I know you sew
I'm not talkin to him I'm talkin to you
Matta fact I'm talkin to yall life is like walkin a yard
Nigga stab wit a fork in the heart
And the source got motha fuckas thinkin they hot
Like my dope got feens thinkin they shot
When you thinkin of the best nigga think of the lox
I'll cut ur fuckin head off if your pinky ringshot
Then c** through ur block in a sticky green drop
Hop out and let off 53 shots
Wouldn't care if I hit 53 cops
Julianie might as well be merking niggas
'cause the time that he giving out is hurtin niggas
And all these record label jerking niggas
And you neva wuz a thug you a workin nigga
And you herd that shit right there I started that
Don't make me put sumthin up in ur starter hat
Don't matta who you are or where ur from
Screw all that I'm not tryin hear that son

[chorus x2]
Who the fuc yall want (jadakiss)
Who the fuc yall need (jadakiss)
And who the fuc gone bleed
All yall hatas 'cause none yall niggas can't fuc wit jada

[Verse 2:]
Yo wuld you be that clown nigga in the back of the whip
Thas gonna get the second half of the clip
No what I'm sayin dunt be the otha nigga in the front of the whip
Runnin his lips with a gun on his hip, feel me dawg
Evry body walk the walk till they run into kiss
Then they get stabbed or hung or stung wit the fifth
How you think ur man hard hard wen son on my dick
'cause I can get his ass body plus frun him a brick
Got a chick named superhed she give superhed
Jus moved in the buildin even to give superhed
I cop big guns that spit super led
So play superman end up super ded
Call me kiss or the kid from the lox
That'll twist ur moms out n do a bid wit ur pops
We wuz in jail you proly wont get no mail
N if you pumped on my block you wunt get no sales
N ur C. E. O. No you can't fuc wit I
I make a million by june I'm sayin fuc july
N I beg you to try me while I'm holdin a tommie
Ima have ur body all ova the lobby
I alredy helped yall
Ima bout to melt yall
To tell the truth dawg I eint neva felt yall
This album we gonna bubble like seltzar
If it eint doublelar who the hell else is hard

[Chorus x4]