Blood Pressure The LOX
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[Intro]
One
The headphones is on fire this time around, Styles
My blood pressure is building
Yo, last time I'ma tell these niggas, man
Niggas can't fuck around, man
Jada, man, whoever, old nigga, new nigga, what?
Yo, yo, yo
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Who really the best rapper since B.I.G. ain't here?
Y'all know the answer to that when Kiss in 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, talkin' to y'all, life is like walkin' a yard
Niggas will stab you with a fork in the heart
And The Source got motherfuckers thinkin' they hot
Like my dope got fiends thinkin' they shot
When you thinkin' of the best, nigga, think of The Lox
I'll cut your fuckin' hand off if your pinky ring's 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
Giuliani might as well be murkin' niggas
'Cause the time that he givin' out is hurtin' niggas
And all these record labels 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
One
The headphones is on fire this time around, Styles
My blood pressure is building
Yo, last time I'ma tell these niggas, man
Niggas can't fuck around, man
Jada, man, whoever, old nigga, new nigga, what?
Yo, yo, yo
[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Who really the best rapper since B.I.G. ain't here?
Y'all know the answer to that when Kiss in 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, talkin' to y'all, life is like walkin' a yard
Niggas will stab you with a fork in the heart
And The Source got motherfuckers thinkin' they hot
Like my dope got fiends thinkin' they shot
When you thinkin' of the best, nigga, think of The Lox
I'll cut your fuckin' hand off if your pinky ring's 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
Giuliani might as well be murkin' niggas
'Cause the time that he givin' out is hurtin' niggas
And all these record labels 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
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