The LOX - Blood Pressure video free download

dunno how this wasnt already on youtube...but jada killed it

The headphones is on fire dis time around, styles

Blood pressure

Yall just bear wit me

Yo, last time ima tell these niggas, man

Cant 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. aint here

Yall know da answer to dat when kiss aint here

When you see me, dont ask me nothin about us

And dont 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 youd sue

And I aint talkin to him

Im talkin to you

Matter of fact, Im talkin to yall

Life is like walkin a yard

Niggall 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

Ill cut ya fuckin hand off if ya pinky rings hot

Then come thru ya block in a sticky green drop

Hop out

Let off fifty-three shots

Wouldnt 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 labels jerkin niggas

And you never was a thug, yous a workin nigga

And you heard that shit right there?

I started that

Dont make me put somethin up in ya starter hat

No matter who you are, or where you from

Screw all of dat

Im not tryin to hear dat, son

Hook: 2x

Now, who da fuck yall want? (jadakiss!!)

And who da fuck yall need? (jadakiss!!)

And who da fuck gon bleed?

All yall hataz, cuz none of yall niggas (cant fuck wit jada!!)

Verse 2: jadakiss

Dont you be dat clown nigga in da back of da whip

Thats gon get the second half of da clip

And all Im sayin, itll 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

Thatll twist ya moms out and do a bid wit ya pops

We was in jail, you probably wont get no mail

And if you pumped on my block, you wont get no sales

When ya ceo know you cant fuck wit i

I make a million by june

Im sayin fuck july

And I beg you to try me while Im holdin da tommy

Ima have ya body all over da lobby

I already helped yall

Im about to melt yall

Tell the truth, dawg

I aint never felt yall

This album, we gon bubble like seltzer

If it aint double r, who da hell else is hard?