Chi Skit - Adrenaline - Phone Skit Lyrics - Purple Haze - Cam'ron

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 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 

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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 

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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) 

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