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The headphones is on fire dis time around, Styles
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Blood Pressure
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Y'all just bear wit me
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Yo, last time I'ma tell these niggas, man
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Can't fuck around, man
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Jada, man
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Whoever
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Old nigga, new nigga
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Wha!! Yo, yo, yo...
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Verse 1: Jadakiss
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Who really da best rapper since B.I.G. ain't here
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Y'all know da answer to dat when Kiss ain't here
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When you see me, don't ask me nothin about us
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And don't definatly ask me nothin about...
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Fuck it
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You owe me one, I owe you two
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I woulda smacked you wit da burner, but I know you'd sue
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And I ain't talkin to him
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I'm talkin to you
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Matter of fact, I'm talkin to y'all
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Life is like walkin a yard
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Nigga'll stab you wit a fork in da heart
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And The Source got muthafuckas thinkin they hot
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Like my dope
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Got fiends thinkin they shot
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When you thinkin of da best, nigga
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Think of The Lox
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I'll cut ya fuckin hand off if ya pinky ring's hot
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Then come thru ya block in a sticky green drop
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Hop out
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Let off fifty-three shots
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Wouldn't care if I hit fifty-three cops
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Guliani might as well be merkin niggas
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Cuz the time that he givin out is hurtin niggas
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And all these record label's jerkin niggas
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And you never was a thug, you's a workin nigga
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And you heard that shit right there?
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I started that
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Don't make me put somethin up in ya Starter hat
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No matter who you are, or where you from
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Screw all of dat
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I'm not tryin to hear dat, son
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Hook: 2x
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Now, who da fuck y'all want? (Jadakiss!!)
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And who da fuck y'all need? (Jadakiss!!)
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And who da fuck gon' bleed?
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All y'all hataz, cuz none of y'all niggas (can't fuck wit Jada!!)
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Verse 2: Jadakiss
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Don't you be dat clown nigga in da back of da whip
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That's gon' get the second half of da clip
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And all I'm sayin, it'll be da other nigga in the front of the da whip
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Runnin his lip, wit a gun on his hip
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Feel me dawg?
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Everybody walk da walk 'til they run into Kiss
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Then, they get stabbed, or hung, or stung wit da fifth
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How you think ya man hard when son on my dick?
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Cuz I can get his ass body, plus front him a brick
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Got a chick named Super-head
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She give super-head
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Just moved in the buildin, even gave the super head
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I cop big guns that spit super lead
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So, play Superman, end up super dead
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Call ne Kiss, or da kid from The Lox
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That'll twist ya moms out and do a bid wit ya pops
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We was in jail, you probably won't get no mail
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And if you pumped on my block, you won't get no sales
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When ya CEO know you can't fuck wit I
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I make a million by June
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I'm sayin fuck July
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And I beg you to try me while I'm holdin da Tommy
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I'ma have ya body all over da lobby
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I already helped y'all
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I'm about to melt y'all
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Tell the truth, dawg
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I ain't never felt y'all
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This album, we gon' bubble like Seltzer
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If it ain't Double R, who da hell else is hard?!
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Hook until end
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Blood Pressure
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The L.O.X. |