*featuring Psycho Drama, Twista
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[Cam'ron]
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Killa, Psycho Drama, Twista, Chi-Town to Harlem what's really good?
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[Psycho Drama and Twista]
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Part 2, What happens, when you combine the darkness, with the light?
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[Psycho Drama]
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Yeah, I am more than compelled and honored to expel
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This hell that's inside of my shell for fuckas who want it
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Violence, yeah that bullshit right up my alley, chasing you right up the alley
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With a gun fixin' to kill you cuz I feel you was the one fuckin' with my family
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I roll wit a gang of go-getters, and them ghouls and them gorillas
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Who be quick to put the glock or the gauge to the gut of one of your niggas and pull it
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The trigga aimed, deliver you niggas these rigorous bullets
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It's so rivid and to see you livin' in vengance and see the trouble you're put in
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Fuckin' wit niggas you shouldn't, these menaces and villians and hoodliums
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That'll give you the business and in an instant be dimishin' whoopin'
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Cuz it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this
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You done sommersaulted and dived in a coffin of shit
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So if you ever get the notion to just motion forward and get on some ho shit
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You niggas remember that I got that potion
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To bore your brain in a bag and give you a new perspective on who the realest y'all
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You just can't kill one you stupid bitch, you got to kill us all
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[Twista]
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What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel, to make me wanna run up in ya home
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Shoot you in the dome, if you bustin' my body up wit the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like
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Capone
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Better leave me alone, cuz I represent the city known for killin' motherfuckas
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Makin' plenty money and layin' mack down
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Cam buckin' Twista spittin' gritty competition what a pity
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You ain't fuckin' wit it then put ya stash down
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Come at the family you touched uh, I'll shoot up ya V-12 even if you wit ya female uh
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You was talkin' shit nigga wassup, fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detail
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And a nigga standin' too tall to fall, comin' so I hope y'all can crawl
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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]
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Y'all niggas play around, guns I wave around
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Nigga better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds
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Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to K-Town
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The boy get nasty, Tolor force me, blast me
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Sawed-off and I'm happy, or where the crack be
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Put it right all for Polaski
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Cross street, don't need to be said
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Code red already got beef with the feds
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Put three in ya head, from the street full of lead
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Fuck knee-deep you'll be six feet when ya dead
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Street sweeper when I creep creep, nigga fled
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When ya sleep sleep, nigga dead
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Why you on the back block, fightin' in the crack spot
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Jackpot, ask not ??
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[Chorus - 2x]
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(It's your adrenaline rushhhhh)
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Like when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pump
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To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
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When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh
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(It's your adrenaline rushhhhh)
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Like when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pump
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To make the trigga pick up and dump
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So turn the bass kick up the bump, and let the rhythm hit off the trunk
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[Cam'ron]
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Ya bitch is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka
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Big Will tryin' to grill her and cuff her
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And Killa done fucked her, in love wit the chick, the slut was a fish
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Threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch
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And now she, up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip slick
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5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for kicks
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And word to, motha I'm rich, hit ya motha with bricks
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Cocoa why don't ya build buildings with concussion the bitch
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[Twista]
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Come and feel wit the balla who's the nicest and causin' the crisis
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Got the ammo and agility that says rewind means growin' before
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And this livin' and pause and this likeness
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I can spit it for some who for nigga represent the call of the righteous
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Or gang bang to the rhythm when I spit it
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I'ma kill 'em wit the technical precision that'll be fuckin' up all the devices
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Get sick wit it like I'm lit off the wet, if it's beef, get the shit off ya c
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Adrenaline
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