Blood Pressure
 Y'all just bear wit me
 Yo, last time I'ma tell these niggas, man
 Can't fuck 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...
 Fuck 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 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 ya fuckin 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 shit 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 fuck y'all want? (Jadakiss!!)
 And who da fuck y'all need? (Jadakiss!!)
 And who da fuck gon' bleed?
 All y'all hataz, cuz none of y'all niggas (can't fuck 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 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
 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'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?!

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