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Cam'ron( Cameron Ezike Giles )
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Adrenaline
Lyricist:Samuel Lindley, Carl Mitchell
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 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 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 The trigga aimed, deliver you niggas These rigorous bullets, it's so rivid and to see you Livin' in vengance and see the trouble you're put in
Fuckin' with 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 y'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 wanna run up in ya home Shoot you in the dome if you bustin' my body up With the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like Capone
Better leave me alone 'cause I represent The city known for killin' motherfuckas Makin' plenty money and layin' mack down Came buckin', 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, 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 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 The boy get nasty, Tolor force me, 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 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 When ya sleep sleep, nigga dead
Why you on the back block, fightin' in the crack spot Jackpot, ask not
(It's your adrenaline rush) Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
(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 with 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 5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for kicks And word to motha, I'm rich, hit ya motha 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'ma kill 'em with 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
(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
(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
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