Adrenaline Lyrics - Cam'ron

[Cam'Ron] 

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

[Psycho Drama and Twista] 

Part 2, What happens, when you combine the darkness, with the light? 

[Psycho Drama] 

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 cuz 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 niggaz and pull it 

The trigga aimed, deliver you niggaz these rigorous bullets 

It's so rivid and to see you livin' in vengance and see the trouble you're put in 

Fuckin' wit niggaz you shouldn't, these menaces and villians and hoodlums 

That'll give you the business and in an instant be dimishin' whoopin' 

Cuz it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this 

You done sommersaulted 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 niggaz 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. 

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[Twista] 

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 wit the chrome 

I stilla be in the zone like Capone 

Better leave me alone, cuz I represent the city known for killin' motherfuckas 

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 y'all can crawl 

Bloody up the vest all the wall 

Sacrifice my body screamin' Kamakaze, I can take all of y'all... 

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[Cam'Ron] 

Y'all niggaz 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, To 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(Flii-Flii) 

When ya sleep sleep, nigga dead 

Why you on the back block, fightin' in the crack spot 

Jackpot, ask not yes why not. 

[Chorus - 2x] 

(It's your adrenaline rushhhhh) 

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 uhh 

(It's your adrenaline rushhhhh) 

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 

[Cam'Ron] 

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 

5th 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 

[Twista] 

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 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 niggaz make you jump off the set 

And always get the prints of the tech, straight off the deck 

Mobbin' up and makin' niggaz duck, knowin' I'll still open up the trunk 

Guns nigga we get 'em and bust 

murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline rush 

[Chorus - 2x]