The headphones is on fire dis time around, styles
Blood pressure
Yand'all just bear wit me
Yo, last time iand'ma tell these niggas, man
Canand'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. ainand't here
Yand'all know da answer to dat when kiss ainand't here
When you see me, donand't ask me nothin about us
And donand'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 youand'd sue
And i ainand't talkin to him
Iand'm talkin to you
Matter of fact, iand'm talkin to yand'all
Life is like walkin a yard
Niggaand'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
Iand'll cut ya fuckin hand off if ya pinky ringand's hot
Then come thru ya block in a sticky green drop
Hop out
Let off fifty-three shots
Wouldnand'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 labeland's jerkin niggas
And you never was a thug, youand's a workin nigga
And you heard that shit right there?
I started that
Donand't make me put somethin up in ya starter hat
No matter who you are, or where you from
Screw all of dat
Iand'm not tryin to hear dat, son
Hook: 2x
Now, who da fuck yand'all want? (jadakiss!!)
And who da fuck yand'all need? (jadakiss!!)
And who da fuck gonand' bleed?
All yand'all hataz, cuz none of yand'all niggas (canand't fuck wit jada!!)
Verse 2: jadakiss
Donand't you be dat clown nigga in da back of da whip
Thatand's gonand' get the second half of da clip
And all iand'm sayin, itand'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 and'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
Thatand'll twist ya moms out and do a bid wit ya pops
We was in jail, you probably wonand't get no mail
And if you pumped on my block, you wonand't get no sales
When ya ceo know you canand't fuck wit i
I make a million by june
Iand'm sayin fuck july
And i beg you to try me while iand'm holdin da tommy
Iand'ma have ya body all over da lobby
I already helped yand'all
Iand'm about to melt yand'all
Tell the truth, dawg
I ainand't never felt yand'all
This album, we gonand' bubble like seltzer
If it ainand't double r, who da hell else is hard?!
Hook until end
