Cam'ron - Adrenaline Lyrics

Writer(s) : Johnson, Joseph / Cruz, Anthony S / Fletcher, Edward G / Glover, Melvin / Robinson, Sylvia / Chase, Clifton / Mamid, Dylan / Rapp-Rovan, Zachary
Artist: Cam'ron Lyrics
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Killa, 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 ****as who want it
Violence, yeah that bullshit 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 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 *****z and pull it
The trigga aimed, deliver you *****z these rigorous bullets
It's so rivid and to see you livin' in vengeance and see the trouble you're put in

****in' wit *****z 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 *****s 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 kill one you stupid *****, you got to kill us all

What can I say to make you see how the **** 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 killin' ************s
Makin' plenty money and layin' mack down

Cam buckin' Twista spittin' gritty competition what a pity
You ain't ****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' **** ***** wassup, ****in' up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detail
And 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 *****s play around, guns I wave around
***** 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
**** knee-deep you'll be six feet when ya dead
Street sweeper when I creep creep, ***** fled (Philli, Philli)
When ya sleep sleep, ***** 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 **********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 **********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 ***** 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 wit the chick, the slut was a fish
Threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the *****
And now she, up in Pokip's ****, 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 *****
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 ***** represent the call of the righteous
Or gang bang to the rhythm when I spit it
I'm a kill 'em wit 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 *****s make you jump off the set
And always get the prints of the tech, straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and makin' *****z duck, knowin' I'll still open up the trunk
Guns ***** we get 'em and bust
Murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline rush

[Chorus: x2]


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