Killa, Psycho Drama, Twista

Chi-Town to Harlem, what's really good?

Part 2, 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 ***as who want it

Violence, yeah, that bull*** right up my alley

Chasing you right up the alley With a gun fixin' to kill you 'cause I feel

You was the one ***in' 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 ***in' 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 ***

So if you ever get the notion to just motion forward

And get on some ho *** 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 *** 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 Better leave me alone 'cause I represent

The city known for killin' mother***as

Makin' plenty money and layin' mack down

Came buckin', Twista spittin' gritty competition, what a pity You ain't ***in' 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' *** nigga, wassup?

***in' 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

*** 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 mother***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 mother***a 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 mother***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 mother***a 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 ***ed 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 ***in' up all the devices

Get sick wit it like I'm lit off the wet

If it's beef, get the *** 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 mother***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 mother***a 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 mother***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 mother***a 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