Blood Pressure

[Intro] The headphones is on fire dis time around, Styles My blood pressure is building Yo, last time I'mma tell these niggas, man Niggas can't fuck around me Jada, man, whoever, old nigga, new nigga [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Who really the best rapper since B.I.G. ain't here Y'all know the 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 Fuck it, you owe me one, I owe you two I woulda' smacked you with the 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 Niggas will stab you with a fork in the heart And The Source got muthafuckas 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 your fuckin' hand off if your pinky ring is hot Then come through your 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 murkin' niggas Cause 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 shit right there? I started that Don't make me put somethin' up in your Starter hat No matter who you are, or where you from, screw all of that I'm not tryin to hear that, son [Hook x2] Now, who the fuck y'all want? (Jadakiss!) And who the fuck y'all need? (Jadakiss!) And who the fuck gon' bleed? All y'all haters Cause none of y'all niggas can't fuck with Jada [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Don't you be that clown nigga in the back of the whip That's gon' get the second half of the 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 ass body, plus front him a brick Got a chick named Superhead, 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 fuck wit I I make a million by June, I'm sayin fuck July And I beg you to try me while I'm holdin da Tommy I'mma 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]