One the head fones is on fire this time around styles My blood pressure up bear wit me Last time ima tell theses n***as man, n***as can f**k around Jada who eva man old n***a new n***a 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***a 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***a think of the LOX I'll cut ur f**kin head off if your pinky ringshot Then cum 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***as 'cause the time that he giving out is hurtin n***as And all these record label jerking n***as And you neva wuz a thug u a workin n***a And u herd that sh** 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***as can't fuc wit jada (verse 2) Yo wuld u be that clown n***a in the back of the whip Thas gonna get the second half of the clip No wut im sayin dunt be the otha n***a 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 dick 'cause i can get his a** 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)