Cam’ron, Twista, Psycho Drama - Adrenaline lyrics

Killa, Psycho Drama, Twista
Chi Town to Harlem, what's really good?

Part 2, what happens, when
You combine the darkness, with the light?

Yeah, I am more than compelled
And honored to expel
This hell that's inside of my shell
For fuckers who want it
Violence, yeah that bullshit right
Up my alley chasing you right up the alley
With a gun fixin' to kill you cause
I feel you was the one
Fuckin' with my family (Psycho Drama)
I roll with a gang of go-getters
And them ghouls and them gorillas
Who be quick to put the Glock
Or the gauge to the gut of one
Of your niggas and pull it (Psycho Drama)
The trigga and deliver you
Niggas these rigorous bullets
It's so rivetin' to see you
Livin' in vengeance sit up
And shrivel to pudding
Fuckin with niggas you shouldn't
These menaces and villains and hoodlums
That'll give you the business
And in an instant be diminishin' whoopin'
'Cause it ain't no type of jokin'
Or jivin' comin' off of this
You done somersaulted and dived in
A coffin of shit so if you ever get the
Notion to just motion forward
And get on some hoe shit
You niggas remember that I got that potion
To bore your brain in a bag
And give you a new perspective
On who the realest y'all
(Psycho Drama) you just can't kill
One you stupid bitch you got to kill us all

What can I say to make you
See how the fuck I feel
To make me wanna run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome
If you bustin my body up with the chrome
I still'll be in the zone like Capone
Better leave me alone
Cause I represent the city
Known for killin' motherfuckers
Makin' plenty money and layin' mack down
Cam, Buk and Twista spittin' gritty
Competition what a pity
You ain't fuckin' with it then
Put ya stash down
Come at the family you touched, uh
I'll shoot up ya V-12 even
If you with ya female, huh
You was talkin' shit nigga wassup
Fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and
Ya new interior detail
And a nigga standin' too tall to fall
Comin' so I hope y'all can crawl
Bloody up the vest all the wall
Sacrifice my body screamin' Kamikaze
I can take all of y'all

Y'all niggas play around, guns I wave around
Nigga better stay down, lay down
Weigh pounds put 'em on the Greyhound
Ride it up to K Town (Chi Town)
The boy get nasty 'til
Law enforcement blast me
Sawed-off and I'm happy, raw
Where the crack be?
Put it right off of Pulaski
Cross street, don't need to be said
Code red, I already got beef with the Feds
Put three in ya head
From the street full of lead fuck knee deep
You'll be six feet with the dead
Street sweeper when I creep creep, nigga fled
(Flii-Flii) when ya sleep sleep, nigga dead
Right on the back block
Fight in the crack spot
Jackpot, ask not yes why not

That's your adrenaline rushhhhh
Like when the motherfucker have to go
And pick up the pump
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
When you lit up the gun
To make ya body get up and uhh
That's your adrenaline rushhhhh
Like when the motherfucker have to go
And pick up the pump
To make the trigger pick up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the trunk
That's your adrenaline rushhhhh
Like when the motherfucker have to go
And pick up the pump
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
When you lit up the gun
To make ya body get up and uhh
That's your adrenaline rushhhhh
Like when the motherfucker have to go
And pick up the pump
To make the trigger pick up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the trunk

Ya bitch is a hoe, she chill at the Rucker
You really a sucka
Big Will tryin' to grill her and cuff her
And Killa done fucked her, in
Love with the chick, the slut was a fish
Threw her bait
Reeled her in and gutted the bitch
And now she, up in Poughkeeps-
Dick, huggin' the strip, slick
5th tucked in her hip
She will mug you for kicks
And word to, mother I'm rich
Hit ya mother with bricks
Coke or ones you build buildings with
Concussion the bitch

Come and feel with the
Baller who's the nicest
And causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and agility that
Says rewind means growin' before
And this livin' and pause and this likeness
I can spit it for some who for
Nigga represent the call of the righteous
Or gang bang to the rhythm when I spit it
I'ma kill 'em with the technical precision
That'll be fuckin' up all the devices
Get sick with it like I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the shit off ya chest
Don't take off ya vest
All my niggas make you jump off the set
And always get the prints of the TEC
Straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and makin niggas duck
Knowin' I'll still open up the trunk
Guns nigga we get 'em and bust
Murderin' the enemy is the
Ultimate adrenaline rush

That's your adrenaline rushhhhh
Like when the motherfucker have to go
And pick up the pump
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
When you lit up the gun
To make ya body get up and uhh
That's your adrenaline rushhhhh
Like when the motherfucker have to go
And pick up the pump
To make the trigger pick up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the trunk
That's your adrenaline rushhhhh
Like when the motherfucker have to go
And pick up the pump
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
When you lit up the gun
To make ya body get up and uhh
That's your adrenaline rushhhhh
Like when the motherfucker have to go
And pick up the pump
To make the trigger pick up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the trunk