(feat. Psycho Drama, Twista)


[Cam'ron]


Killa, Psycho Drama, Twista, Chi-Town to Harlem what's really good?


[Psycho Drama and Twista]


Part 2, What happens, when you combine the darkness, with the light?


[Psycho Drama]


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 cuz I feel you was the one fuckin' 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 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

Fuckin' wit niggas you shouldn't, these menaces and villians and hoodliums

That'll give you the business and in an instant be dimishin' whoopin'

Cuz it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this

You done sommersaulted 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


[Twista]


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 wit the chrome, I stilla be in the zone like

Capone

Better leave me alone, cuz I represent the city known for killin' motherfuckas

Makin' plenty money and layin' mack down

Cam buckin' Twista spittin' gritty competition what a pity

You ain't fuckin' 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' 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' Kamakaze, I can take all of y'all


[Cam'ron]


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 ??


[Chorus - 2x]


(It's your adrenaline rushhhhh)

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 uhh

(It's your adrenaline rushhhhh)

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


[Cam'ron]


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 wit 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


[Twista]


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 wit 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


[Chorus - 2x]