Cam’ron - Chi Skit (Adrenaline - Phone Skit) lyrics

Killa, Psycho Drama, Twista
Chi Town to Harlem what's really good?
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 fuckas 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
I roll wit 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
The trigga aimed
Deliver you niggas these rigorous bullets
It's so rivid and to see you livin' in
Vengeance and see the trouble you're put in
Fuckin' wit niggas you shouldn't
These menaces and villains and hoodlums
That'll give you the business and in
An instant be dimishin' 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 ho 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 why all
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 want to run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome
If you bustin' my body up wit the chrome
I still a 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 buckin' Twista spittin' gritty
Competition what a pity
You ain't fuckin' wit it then
Put ya stash down
Come at the family you touched uh
I'll shoot up ya V-12 even if
You wit ya female uh
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 why all can crawl
Bloody up the vest all the wall
Sacrifice my body screamin' Kamakaze
I can take all of why all

Yall 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 (Sha Town)
The boy get nasty
'til law enforcement blast me
Sawed-off and I'm happy
Or where the crack be
Put it right all for Polaski
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 when ya dead
Street sweeper when I creep creep, nigga fled
(Philli, Philli)
When ya sleep sleep, nigga dead
Why you on the back block
Fightin' in the crack spot
Jackpot, ask not yes why not

(It's your adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka 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 uh
(It's your adrenaline rush)
Like when the motherfucka have to go
And pick up the pump
To make the trigga pick up and dump
So turn the bass kick up the bump
And let the rhythm hit off the trunk

Ya bitch is a ho, 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 wit the chick, the slut was a fish
Threw her bait
Reeled her in and gutted the bitch
And now she, up in Pokip's dick
Huggin' the strip slick
Fifth tucked in her hip
She will mug you for kicks
And word to, mother I'm rich
Hit ya mother with bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build buildings
With concussion the bitch
Come and feel wit the balla 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'm a kill 'em wit the technical precision
That'll be fuckin' up all the devices
Get sick wit 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 tech
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