Overdose Lyrics

Twista


publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Carl Terrell Mitchell, Samuel C. Lindley
album: Track 5 in album Adrenaline Rush
release date: 1997-6-24
popularity : 4 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Thug Rap
length: 4:16

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Twista Adrenaline Rush cover art
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****, *****s got me higher than a ************ off up in here, man
Damn, the **** y'all get this weed from
************ overdose or some **** off this ****, god damn
Check this **** out, though

Now ***** player haters say that I'm too raw with it
But y'all thinking' cause I be talking ****
Them hoes say that ***** cold as hell
**** what the punks are talking 'bout
I want to get up with that big balling *****
Plus *****s feeling what I'm on as well
Blunts got my mind in the zone
The one that's rocking fresh Pelle Pelle's
True to the shine on his bone
Somebody beating 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
Ho thinking I'm in love with her
Cause she took me shopping and had me trying on cologne
So I left her on the line with the tone
Got up with this other *****
Brought no weed cause she firing up her own
So hurry with the Phillie *****, I'm really sick
Off of some illy ****
Here go a rusty razor blade, but still it split
And fill it with the killer **** so I can really trip
It's like the bud was tailor made for milli-clips
And Mac Ten's, I lit the bead from the back end
Straight to the chest and it got me sprung
My lungs started collapsing, ****, *****, what's happening?
The - got me tripping off the drums and guns, ready for action
Duck and swing on either upper thing
Try to be tougher, bang, scuff and hang
Suffer pain, left deranged then you a bogus ************, man
System be struck a vein, I'm too strange
For ************s to compete with
I'm on some infra-red heat ****
With a deep clique, what I eat sleep ****
Well, if it's a freak *****, she can suck a sweet ****
'Til she's seasick; blocking *****s out like an eclipse
When smoking them devils put your hands together
Like you know the host
Cause ain't no ***** that can resist the words from the Twist
Leaving *****s comatose from my overdose

I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it
Me overdosing on weed and sending all y'all off into a thing
Kill off all enemies while making G's catch you off on your knees
And snatching fees, now that I'm up in this game
I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it
Me overdosing on weed and sending all y'all off into a thing
Kill off all enemies while making G's catch you off on your knees
*****s rolling me beads just so they can hang

Can you figure out the cause and effect
*****s coming on your set
Thugs coming out they drawers with a TEC
Victim bleeding from the neck
Shirts is getting wet, shorties yelling threats
Looking for the one who called for the deck
Now they airing out the hall in the spot
Hitting stomachs, leaving *****s pinched up
Bodies balled in a knot
Bullet holes in the wall from a Glock
Searching for the one who called in the shots
Hypes crawling for rocks
Going all in the socks of the recently deceased
From what was released
From the chrome beast to the dome piece
Visions in my mind being increased by inner beef
With some grief, but when I chief on some strong leaf
I'm snapping hard enough to make a ***** try to check his own chief
Violate him but can't annihilate him
Picking up his own teeth and it's on with the microphone deep
Stimulate him with pistols penetrate him
Nerves still jumping cause adrenaline pumping is a ************
Hit him with the steel bloodsuckers
Murdered the bud-lovers, making sure every one of you ho studs suck us
And I bullshit 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 tricking on you
Tell me where he at ***** and you'll get two rocks
Cause when my tool click you'll pop
Can't this hype ***** stop ****, I'm hazardous
Making musical miracles like I'm Jesus of Nazareth
Yet disastrous, smoking on halves and hash, **** if it's cancerous
Bust *** to the beat cause I mastered this
It's hard to breathe, I'm busting like an A-Bomb
Cause I'm in the zone, twenty-two a cold **** up my sleeve
It's hard to stay calm thinking about the *****es that I'm fin' to bone
Hitting my enemies and competition up with lethal blows
That's damaging, flows that's callous and we're leaving
Thick ladies frantic and people in the industry panicking
I thought we got in this to get out of pistol handling
Now it's possible ************s could start vanishing
**** the Anacin I be toking plenty and stinking from stress
And flowing over notes; them studs thinking they can get close
I know I got you tripping off the ****
A ***** said off a overdose

I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it
Me overdosing on weed and sending all y'all off into a thing
Kill off all enemies while making G's catch you off on your knees
And snatching fees, now that I'm up in this game
I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it
Me overdosing on weed and sending all y'all off into a thing
Kill off all enemies while making G's catch you off on your knees
*****s rolling me beads just so they can hang

C'mon and toke on a dub with me; I love cities with parties
That's full of *****es where they let me rub *******
Be able to pack a snub with me; in case we get in some static
And gotta start leaking 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 choking me
Potency'll have me rocking mic's
And giving your ***** **** in the jaw, I'm hooking the law
You're looking in awe, took what you saw
Got the B's pen and pad out the bottom drawer
Then got to biting and formulating some **** you called your own
But take it to the rehab cause you got a flaw
To put it simple you ain't cold enough
Tripping out like you can't control the stuff
Lacking rhythm like you known to bust
In a different zone from us
You *****s need to sit the **** down
Get a swisher and roll this up
If you think I'm speaking too bold, what's up
I ain't even on no ho ****; plus the mob is so thick
I'm the type of ***** you should want to get up close to
And take a smoke with
If there's static then check yo' clique; my mind is so sick
I be tweaking with speaking, releasing energy to show I know the ropes
Cause when it comes to this rap ****
*****s will choke 'til I'm ghost
While I breath reefer smoke from my overdose
Try to put me to the test, give me some Buddha bless
I'll show you who the best
Release the vocal trilogy

Alright, T, god damn slow it up, man
************s' done felt you, man, we can go to the next ****
God damn, man, you stopping ************s and ****
Man, I'm trying to get my zone on
Let *****s hear what the **** I'm doing man
I mean, you done zoned man, let's go to the next cut baby
Man, **** that ****


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Adrenaline Rush
  • 3 Death Before Dishonor
  • 4 It Feels So Good
  • 5 Overdose
  • 6 Mobster's Anthem
  • 7 Get Her in tha Mood
  • 8 Emotions
  • 9 Unsolved Mystery
  • 10 Korrupt World
  • 11 Get It Wet
  • 12 No Remorse
  • 13 Emotions (remix)