Adrenaline lyrics

by

Cam’ron


[Skit: Cam'ron]
So where we goin' now, Killa?
sh*t, man, we gotta get ready to go to Chicago, I got some people up there, man
I'ma go check out what's goin' on up there, see if it's some money poppin' up there

[Intro: Cam'ron, Yung Buk & Twista]
(Traxster)
Killa
Psycho Drama
Twista
Chi-Town to Harlem, what's really good?
Part two
What happens when you combine the darkness with the light? (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Yung Buk & Cam'ron]
I am more than compelled and honored to expel
This hell that's inside of my shell for f*ckers who want it
Violence, yeah, that bullsh*t right up my alley, chasin' you right up the alley
With a gun, fixin' to kill you 'cause I feel you was the one f*ckin' with my family (Psycho Drama)
I roll with a gang of go-getters and them goons and them gorillas
Who be quick to put the Glock or the gauge to the gut of one of your n*ggas and pull it (Psycho Drama)
The trigger and deliver you n*ggas these rigorous bullets
It's so rivetin' to see you livin' in vengeance, sit up and shrivel to pudding
f*ckin' with n*ggas you shouldn't (No)
These menaces and villains and hoodlums that'll give you the business
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 sh*t
So if you ever get the notion to just motion forward and get on some ho sh*t
You n*ggas 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 b*tch, you got to kill us all
[Verse 2: Twista]
What can I say to make you see how the f*ck I feel?
To make me wanna run up in your 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' motherf*ckers, makin' plenty money, and layin' mack down
Cam, Buk, and Twista spittin' gritty, competition, what a pity, you ain't f*ckin' with us, then put your smash down
Come at the family, get touched up
I'll shoot up your V-12 even if you with your female, huh
You was talkin' sh*t, n*gga, what's up?
f*ckin' up your Sprewells and your new interior detail
And a n*gga standin' too tall to fall
Come at us, I hope y'all can crawl
Bloody up the vest, wall to wall
Sacrifice my body, screamin', "Kamikaze," I can take all of y'all

[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
Y'all n*ggas play around, guns, I wave around (Yes)
n*gga better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, right up to K-Town (Chi-Town)
The boy get nasty (Nasty), 'til law enforcement blast me (Blast me)
Sawed-off and I'm happy, raw what the crack be, put it right off of Pulaski (West Side)
Cross street don't need to be said
Code red, I already got beef with the feds
Put three in your head, fill the street full of lead
f*ck knee-deep, you'll be six feet with the dead
Street sweep when I creep, creep, n*gga fled
Fhh-fhh when you sleep, sleep, n*gga, damn
Right on the back block, right at the crack spot
Jackpot, ask not, yes, I'm a living legend
[Chorus: Twista & Yung Buk]
That's your adrenaline rush
Like when the motherf*cker 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 your body get up and hum
That's your adrenaline rush
Like when the motherf*cker have to go and pick up the pump
To make the trigger pick up and dump
So turn the bass kick up and bump
And let the rhythm hit off the trunk
That's your adrenaline rush
Like when the motherf*cker 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 your body get up and hum
That's your adrenaline rush
Like when the motherf*cker 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

[Verse 4: Cam'ron]
Your b*tch is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka
Big Will tryna grill her and cuff her (Cuff her), and Killa done f*cked her (f*cked her)
In love with the chick, the sl*t was a fish (Fish)
Threw her bait, reeled her in, and gutted the b*tch (Gutted her)
And now she up in Poughkeeps', di*k (Keeps'), huggin' the strip, slick
Fifth tucked in her hip (Hip), she will mug you for kicks (Jordans)
And word to mother, I'm rich (Rich), hit your mother with bricks (Uh-huh)
Coke or ones you build buildings with, concussion the b*tch
[Verse 5: Twista]
Come and build with the baller who's the nicest and causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and agility to sage, rewind means growin' before, and this livin' and pausin' is lifeless
I can spit a flow so moving, n*gga represent the call of the righteous
Or gangbang to the rhythm when I spit it, I'ma kill 'em with the technical precision that'll be f*ckin' up all the devices
Get sick with it like I'm lit off the wet
If it's beef, get the sh*t off your chest
Don't take off your vest
Harlem n*ggas make you grip off the set
And always get the prints off the TEC
Straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and makin' n*ggas duck
You don't want us to open up the trunk
Guns, n*gga, we get 'em and bust
Murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline rush

[Chorus: Twista & Yung Buk]
That's your adrenaline rush
Like when the motherf*cker 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 your body get up and hum
That's your adrenaline rush
Like when the motherf*cker have to go and pick up the pump
To make the trigger pick up and dump
So turn the bass kick up and bump
And let the rhythm hit off the trunk
That's your adrenaline rush
Like when the motherf*cker 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 your body get up and hum
That's your adrenaline rush
Like when the motherf*cker 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 rush

[Outro: Cam'ron]
Every chicken, that where you at?
That's just some b*tch, don't be ridiculous, you can't listen to the beauty shops, let's argue where she at
If that was the case, I'd've been f*ckin' killed you a long time ago if I listened to everything people say
Man, f*ck that, that b*tch too hostile
I'm goin' to get some ass
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