Twista - Overdose lyrics

sh**, n***az got me higher than a motherf**er off up in here, man Damn, the f** y'all get this weed from? Motherf**er overdose or some sh** off this sh**, god damn Check this sh** out though.. [Twista] Now p**y player haters say that I'm too raw with it but y'all thinkin cause I be talkin sh** them hoes say that n***a cold as hell f** what the punks are talkin bout I wanna get up with that big ballin b**h plus n***az feelin what I'm on as well Blunts got my mind in the zone The one that's rocking fresh Pelle Pel's True to the shine on his bone Somebody beatin up the block on fresh rider rims If it's me hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome Crying on the phone Hoe thinkin I'm in love with her cause she took me shoppin and had me tryin on cologne So I left her on the line with the tone Got up with this other b**h Brought no weed cause she firin up her own So hurry with the Phillie b**h, I'm really sick off of some illy sh** Here go a rusty razor blade, but still it split and fill it with the k**er sh** so I can really trip It's like the bud was tailor made for milli-clips and mac-10's, I lit the bead from the back end Straight to the chest and it got me sprung My lungs started collapsing - sh** n***a what's happenin? The sess got me trippin off the drums and guns, ready for action Duck and swang on either upper thang Try to be tougher, bang, scuff and hang Suffer pain, left deranged then youse a bogus m'uhf**er mayn System be struck a vein, I'm too strange for m'uhf**ers to compete with I'm on some infrared heat sh** with a deep clique, what I eat sleep sh** Well if it's a freak b**h, she can s** a sweet dick til she's seasick; blockin n***as out like an eclipse When smokin them devils put your hands together like you know the host Cause ain't no n***a that can resist the words from the Twist' Leavin n***as comatose from my overdose [Chorus: Twista] I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it Me overdosin on weed and sendin all y'all off into a thang k** off all enemies while makin G's, catch you off on your knees and snatchin fees now that I'm up in this game I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it Me overdosin on weed and sendin all y'all off into a thang k** off all enemies while makin G's, catch you off on your knees n***as rollin me beads just so they can hang [Twista] Can you figure out the cause and effect? n***as comin on your set Thugs comin out they drawers with a tec Victim bleedin from the neck Shirts is getting wet, shorties yellin threats Lookin for the one who called for the deck Now they airin out the hall in the spot Hitting stomachs leavin n***as pinched up Bodies balled in a knot Bullet holes in the wall from a glock Searchin for the one who called in the shots Hypes crawlin for rocks Goin all in the socks of the recently deceased from what was released From the chrome beast to the dome piece Visions in my mind bein increased by inner beef with some grief, but when I chief on some strong leaf I'm snappin hard enough to make a n***a try to check his own chief Violate him but can't annihilate him Pickin up his own teeth and it's on with the microphone deep Stimulate him with pistols penetrate him Nerves still jumpin cause adrenaline pumpin is a m'uhf**er Hit him with the steel bloods**ers Murdered the bud lovers makin sure every one of you hoe studs s** us And I bullsh** you not if it was full clips, two glocks you would still die or you'll get too hot Cause when my fuel kick you'll drop Hypes is trickin on you Tell me where he at b**h and you'll get two rocks (Okay!) Cause when my tool click you'll pop Can't this hype n***a stop sh**, I'm hazardous Makin musical miracles like I'm Jesus of Nazerath Yet disasterous, smokin on halves and hash, f** if it's cancerous Bust a** to the beat cause I mastered this It's hard to breathe, I'm bustin like an A-bomb cause I'm in the zone, twenty-two a cold sh** up my sleeve It's hard to stay calm thinkin about the b**hes that I'm fin' to bone Hittin my enemies and competition up with lethal blows that's damagin, flows that's callous and we're leavin thick ladies frantic and people in the industry panickin I thought we got in this to get out of pistol handlin Now it's possible m'uhf**ers could start vanishin f** the Anacin I be toking plenty and stankin from stress and flowin over notes; them studs thinkin they can get close I know I got you trippin off the sh** a n***a said off a overdose [Chorus] [Twista] C'mon and toke on a dub with me; I love cities with parties that's full of b**hes where they let me rub titties Be able to pack a snub with me; in case we get in some static and gotta start leakin blood from stud skinnies So don't ask if it's the bud in me; because for some reason I smoke on some weed and get too wicked and raw It can't be nickel or soft the way it's chokin me potency'll have me rockin mics and givin your b**h dick in the jaw, I'm hookin the law You're lookin in awe, took what you saw Got the B's pen and pad out the bottom drawer Then got to bitin and formulatin some sh** you called your own but take it to the rehab cause you got a flaw To put it simple you ain't cold enough Trippin out like you can't control the stuff Lackin rhythm like you known to bust In a different zone from us You n***as need to sit the f** down get a swisher and roll this up If you think I'm speakin too bold, wha**up? I ain't even on no hoe sh**; plus the mob is so thick I'm the type of n***a you should wanna get up close to and take a smoke with If there's static then check yo' clique; my mind is so sick I be tweakin with speakin releasin energy to show I know the ropes Cause when it comes to this rap sh** n***as will choke til I'm ghost while I breath reefer smoke from my overdose Try to put me to the test, gimme some buddha bless I'll show you who the best Release the vocal trilogy.. [Traxter] Aight T god damn slow it up mayn! M'uhf**ers done felt you mayn! We can go to the next sh** [Twista] God damn man you stoppin muh'f**ers and sh** Man I'm tryin to get my zone on Let n***az hear what the f** I'm doin man [Traxter] I mean you done zoned man, let's go to the next cut baby [Twista] Man, f** that sh**