Cam'ron - Chi Skit - Adrenaline - Phone Skit lyrics

k**a, 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 f**as who want it Violence, yeah that bullsh** right up my alley, chasing you right up the alley With a gun fixin' to k** you 'cause I feel you was the one f**in' 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 n***az and pull it The trigga aimed, deliver you n***az these rigorous bullets It's so rivid and to see you livin' in vengeance and see the trouble you're put in f**in' wit n***az 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 sh** So if you ever get the notion to just motion forward and get on some ho sh** You n***as remember that I got that potion To bore your brain in a bag and give you a new perspective on who the realest why all You just can't k** one you stupid b**h, you got to k** us all What can I say to make you see how the f** I feel To make me want to run up in ya home Shoot you in the dome, if you bustin' my body up wit the chrome I still a be in the zone like Capone Better leave me alone, 'cause I represent the city known for k**in' motherf**ers Makin' plenty money and layin' mack down Cam buckin' Twista spittin' gritty competition what a pity You ain't f**in' 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' sh** n***a wa**up, f**in' up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detail And a n***a standin' too tall to fall, comin' so I hope why all can crawl Bloody up the vest all the wall Sacrifice my body screamin' Kamakaze, I can take all of why all Why all n***as play around, guns I wave around n***a 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 f** knee-deep you'll be six feet when ya dead Street sweeper when I creep creep, n***a fled (Philli, Philli) When ya sleep sleep, n***a dead Why you on the back block, fightin' in the crack spot Jackpot, ask not yes why not [Chorus: x2] (It's your adrenaline rush) Like when the motherf**a 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 motherf**a have to go and pick up the pump To make the trigga pick up and dump So turn the ba** kick up the bump, and let the rhythm hit off the trunk Ya b**h is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a s**a Big Will tryin' to grill her and cuff her And k**a done f**ed her, in love wit the chick, the s*ut was a fish Threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the b**h And now she, up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip slick Fifth 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 b**h 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 n***a represent the call of the righteous Or gang bang to the rhythm when I spit it I'm a k** 'em wit the technical precision that'll be f**in' up all the devices Get sick wit it like I'm lit off the wet, if it's beef, get the sh** off ya chest Don't take off ya vest, all my n***as make you jump off the set And always get the prints of the tech, straight off the deck Mobbin' up and makin' n***az duck, knowin' I'll still open up the trunk Guns n***a we get 'em and bust Murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline rush [Chorus: x2]