Who Sang Blood Pressure? The LOX

The LOX We Are the Streets cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2000-1-25
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Thug Rap
length: 3:47
producer: Swizz Beatz
The headphones is on fire dis time around
Blood pressure
Y'all just bear wit' me
Yo, last time I'm a tell these *****s, man
Can't **** around, man
Jada, man
Old *****, new *****
Yo, yo, yo

Who really the best rapper since B.I.G. ain't here?
Y'all know the answer to that when Kiss ain't here
When you see me, don't ask me nothin' about us
And don't definitely ask me nothin' about
**** it
You owe me one, I owe you two
I would of smacked you wit' the burner
But I know you'd sue, and I ain't talkin' to him
I'm talkin' to you
Matter of fact, I'm talkin' to y'all
Life is like walkin' a yard
*****'ll stab you wit' a fork in the heart
And The Source got mutha****as thinkin' they hot
Like my dope
Got fiends thinkin' they shot
When you thinkin' of the best, *****
Think of The Lox
I'll cut ya ****in' hand off if ya pinky ring's hot
Then come through ya block in a sticky green drop
Hop out
Let off fifty-three shots
Wouldn't care if I hit fifty-three cops
Giuliani might as well be merkin' *****s
'Cause the time that he givin' out is hurtin' *****s
And all these record labels jerkin' *****s
And you never was a thug
You's a workin' *****
And you heard that **** right there?
I started that
Don't make me put somethin' up in ya Starter hat
No matter who you are, or where you from
Screw all of that
I'm not tryin' to hear that, son

[Chorus x 2]
Now, who the **** y'all want? (Jadakiss!)
And who the **** y'all need? (Jadakiss!)
And who the **** gon' bleed?
All y'all hataz 'cause none of y'all *****s (Can't **** wit' Jada!)

Don't you be that clown ***** in the back of the whip
That's gon' get the second half of the clip
And all I'm sayin': it'll be the other ***** in the front of the the whip
Runnin' his lip, wit' a gun on his hip
Feel me, dog?
Everybody walk the walk till they run into Kiss
Then they get stabbed, or hung, or stung wit' the fifth
How you think ya man hard when son on my ****?
'Cause I can get his ***, 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 me Kiss, or the kid from The Lox
That'll twist ya moms out and do a bid wit' ya pops
We was in jail
You probably won't get no mail
And if you pumped on my block, you won't get no sales
When ya CEO know you can't **** wit' I
I make a million by June
I'm sayin' **** July
And I beg you to try me while I'm holdin' the Tommy
I'm a have ya body all over the lobby
I already helped y'all
I'm about to melt y'all
Tell the truth, dog
I ain't never felt y'all
This album, we gon' bubble like Seltzer
If it ain't Double R, who the hell else is hard?


  • 1 Intro (skit)
  • 2 Fuck You
  • 3 Can I Live
  • 4 Built for Bodies (skit)
  • 5 Breathe Easy
  • 6 Felony Niggas
  • 7 Wild Out
  • 8 Blood Pressure
  • 9 Recognize
  • 10 Rape’n U Records (skit)
  • 11 Y’all Fucked Up Now
  • 12 Scream L.O.X.
  • 13 U Told Me
  • 14 Brains... (take: 1) (skit)
  • 15 Ryde or Die, Bitch
  • 16 Bring It On
  • 17 If You Know
  • 18 We Are the Streets