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| Twista Adrenaline Rush Overdose Shit, niggas got me higher than a motherfucker off up in here, man. Damn, the fuck y'all get this weed from? Motherfucker overdose or some shit off this shit, god damn Check this shit out though.. [Twista] Now pussy player haters say that I'm too raw with it but y'all thinkin cause I be talkin shit them hoes say that nigga cold as hell Fuck what the punks are talkin bout I wanna get up with that big ballin bitch plus niggas feelin what I'm on as well Plus got my mind in the zone The one that's rocking fresh Pelle Pel's Sweet tooth'll shine on his bone Somebody beatin up the block on fresh rider rims If it's me hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome Crying on the phone Hoe thinkin I'm in love with her cause she took me shoppin and had me tryin on cologne So I left her on the line with the tone Got up with this other bitch Brought no weed cause she fine off her own So hurry with the Phillie bitch, I'm really sick off of some illy shit Here go a rusty razor blade, but still it split and fill it with the killer shit so I can really trip It's like the bud was tailor made for milli-clips and mac-10's, I lit the bead from the back end Straight to the chest and it got me sprung My lungs started collapsing - shit nigga what's happenin? The sess got me trippin off the drums and guns, ready for action Duck a swang or either other thang Try to be tough and bang and scuff and hang Suffer pain left deranged then youse a bogus m'uhfucker mayn System be struck a vein, I'm too strange for m'uhfuckers to compete with I'm on some infrared heat shit with a deep clique, what I eat sleep shit Well if it's a freak bitch, she can suck a sweet dick til she's seasick; blockin niggas out like an eclipse When smokin them devils put your hands together like you know the host Cause ain't no nigga that can resist the words from the Twist' Leavin niggas comatose from my overdose Chorus: Twista I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it We overdosin on weed and sendin all y'all off into a thang Kill off all enemies while makin G's, catch you off on your knees and snatchin fees now that I'm up in this game I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it We overdosin on weed and sendin all y'all off into a thang Kill off all enemies while makin G's, catch you off on your knees Niggas rollin me beads just so they can hang [Twista] Can you figure out the cause and effect? Niggas comin on your set Thugs comin out they drawers with a tec Victim bleedin from the neck Shirts is getting wet, shorties yellin threats Lookin for the one who called for the deck Now they airin out the hall in the spot Hitting stomachs leavin niggas pinched up Bodies balled in a knot Bullet holes in the wall from a glock Searchin for the one who called in the shots Hypes crawlin for rocks Goin all in the socks of the recently deceased from what was released From the chrome beast to the dome piece Visions in my mind bein increased by inner beef and some grief, but when I chief on some strong leaf I'm snappin hard enough to make a nigga try to check his own chief Violate him but can't annihilate him Pickin up his own teeth and it's on with the microphone deep Stimulate him with pistols penetrate him Nerves still droppin cause adrenaline pumpin is a m'uhfucker Hit him with the steel bloodsuckers Murdered the bud, and I was makin sure every one of you hoe studs suck us And I bullshit you not if it was full clips, two glocks you would still die or you'll get too hot Cause when my fuel kick you'll drop Hypes is trickin on you Tell me where he at bitch and you'll get two rocks (Okay!) Cause when my tool click you'll pop Can't have this hype nigga stop shit, I'm hazardous Makin musical miracles like I'm Jesus of Nazerath Yet disasterous, smokin on half and hash, fuck if it's cancerous Bust ass (??) cause I mastered this It's hard to breathe, I'm bustin like an A-bomb cause I'm in the zone, twenty-two a cold shit up my sleeve It's hard to stay calm Thinkin about the bitches that I've been up on Hittin my enemies and competition up with lethal rolls that's damagin, flows that's callous and we're leavin thick ladies frantic and people in the industry panickin I thought we got in this to get out of pistol handlin Now it's possible m'uhfuckers could start vanishin Fuck the Anacin I be toking plenty and stankin from stress and flowin over notes; them studs thinkin they can get close I know I got you trippin off the shit a nigga said off a overdose Chorus [Twista] C'mon and toke on a dub with me; I love cities with parties that's full of bitches where they let me rub titties Be able to pack a snub with me; in case we get in some static and gotta start leakin blood from stud skinnies So don't ask if it's the bud in me; because for some reason I smoke on some weed and get too wicked and raw It can't be nickel or somethin, way it's chokin me potency'll have me rockin mics and givin your butt dick in the jaw, I'm hookin the law You're lookin in awe, took what you saw Got the B's pen and pad out the bottom drawer Then got to bitin and formulatin some shit you called your own but take it to the rehab cause you got a flaw To put it simple you ain't cold enough Trippin out like you can't control the stuff Lackin rhythm like you known to bust In a different zone from us You niggas need to sit the fuck down get a swisher and roll this up If you think I'm speakin too bold, whassup? I ain't even on no hoe shit; plus the mob is so thick I'm the type of nigga you should wanna get up close to and take a smoke with If there's static then check yo' clique; my mind is so sick I be tweakin with speakin releasin energy to show I know the ropes Cause when it comes to this rap shit niggas will choke til I'm ghost while I breath reefer smoke from my overdose Try to put me to the test, gimme some budda bless I'll show you who the best Release the vocal trilogy.. Aight T god damn slow it up mayn! M'uhfuckers done felt you mayn! We can go on to some next shit God damn man you stoppin motherfuckers and shit Man I'm tryin to get my zone on Let niggas hear what the fuck I'm doin man I mean you done zoned man Let's go to the next cut baby Man, fuck that shit |
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