One the head fones is on fire this time around styles
My blood pressure up bear wit me
Last time ima tell theses n*ggas man, n*ggas can f**k around Jada who eva man old n*gga new n*gga wut yo yo yo yo yo
(verse 1)
Who really the best rapper since BIG eint here
Yall no the answer to that when kiss eint here
When you see me don't ask me nothing about us
And don't definately ask me nothing about.. f**k it
You owe me one i owe you too
I would've smacked you wit the burner but i know you sew
I'm not talkin to him i'm talkin to you
Matta fact i'm talkin to yall life is like walkin a yard
n*gga stab wit a fork in the heart
And the source got motha f**kas thinkin they hot
Like my dope got feens thinkin they shot
When u thinkin of the best n*gga think of the LOX
I'll cut ur f**kin head off if your pinky ringshot
Then c*m through ur block in a sticky green drop
Hop out and let off 53 shots
Wouldn't care if i hit 53 cops
Julianie might as well be merking n*ggas
'cause the time that he giving out is hurtin n*ggas
And all these record label j*rking n*ggas
And you neva wuz a thug u a workin n*gga
And u herd that sh*t right there i started that
Don't make me put sumthin up in ur starter hat
Don't matta who you are or where ur from
Screw all that im not tryin hear that son
(chorus x2)
Who the fuc yall want (jadakiss)
Who the fuc yall need (jadakiss)
And who the fuc gone bleed
All yall hatas 'cause none yall n*ggas can't fuc wit jada
(verse 2)
Yo wuld u be that clown n*gga in the back of the whip
Thas gonna get the second half of the clip
No wut im sayin dunt be the otha n*gga in the front of the whip
Runnin his lips with a gun on his hip, feel me dawg
Evry body walk the walk till they run into kiss
Then they get stabbed or hung or stung wit the fifth
How u think ur man hard hard wen son on my di*k
'cause i can get his ass body plus frun him a brick
Got a chick named superhed she give superhed
Jus moved in the buildin even to give superhed
I cop big guns that spit super led
So play superman end up super ded
Call me kiss or the kid from the LOX
That'll twist ur moms out n do a bid wit ur pops
We wuz in jail u proly won't get no mail
N if u pumped on my block u wunt get no sales
N ur c.e.o. no you can't fuc wit I
I make a million by june im sayin fuc july
N i beg u to try me while im holdin a tommie
Ima have ur body all ova the lobby
I alredy helped yall
Ima bout to melt yall
To tell the truth dawg i eint neva felt yall
This album we gonna bubble like seltzar
If it eint doublelar who the hell else is hard
(Chorus x4)