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[Cam'ron]So where we goin now killa (Cam'Ron talkin)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 expelThis hell that's inside of my shell for fuckas who want itViolence, yeah that bullshit right up my alley, chasing you right up the alleyWith a gun fixin' to kill you 'cause I feel you was the one fuckin' with my familyI roll wit a gang of go-getters, and them ghouls and them gorillasWho be quick to put the glock or the gauge to the gut of one of your niggas and pull itThe trigga aimed, deliver you niggas these rigorous bulletsIt's so rivid and to see you livin' in vengance sit up in trouble you're put inFuckin' wit niggas you shouldn't, these menaces and villians and hoodloomsThat'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 thisYou done sommersaulted and dived in a coffin of shitSo if you ever get the notion to just motion forward and get on some ho shitYou niggas remember that I got that potionTo bore your brain in a bag and give you a new perspective on who the realest y'allYou 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 homeShoot you in the dome, if you bustin' my body up wit the chrome, I stilla be in the zone likeCaponeBetter leave me alone, 'cause I represent the city known for killin' motherfuckasMakin' plenty money and layin' mack downCam, buck, and Twista spittin' gritty competition what a pityYou ain't fuckin' wit it then put ya stash downCome at the family you touched uh, I'll shoot up ya V-12 even if you wit ya female uhYou was talkin' shit nigga wassup, fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detailAnd a nigga standin' too tall to fall, comin' so I hope y'all can crawlBloody up the vest all the wall, sacrifice my body screamin' Kamakaze, I can take all of y'all[Cam'ron]Yall niggas play around, guns I wave aroundNigga better stay down, lay down, weigh poundsPut 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to K-TownThe boy get nasty, to law enforcement force me, blast meSawed-off and I'm happy, or where the crack bePut it right all for PolaskiCross street, don't need to be said Code red already got beef with the fedsPut three in ya head, from the street full of leadFuck knee-deep you'll be six feet when ya deadStreet sweeper when I creep creep, nigga fledpff pff When ya sleep sleep, nigga deadWhy you on the back block, fightin' in the crack spotJackpot, ask not yes its your adrenaline rush[Chorus - 2x](It's your adrenaline rush)Like when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pumpTo make his opposition chest kick up and jumpWhen you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh(It's your adrenaline rush)Like when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pumpTo make the trigga pick up and dumpSo 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 suckaBig Will tryin' to grill her and cuff herAnd Killa done fucked her, in love wit the chick, the slut was a fishThrew her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitchAnd now she, up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip slick5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for kicksAnd word to, motha I'm rich, hit ya motha with bricksCocoa why don't ya build buildings with concussion the bitch[Twista]Come and feel wit the balla who's the nicest and causin' the crisisGot the ammo and agility that says rewind means growin' before And this livin' and pause and this likenessI can spit it for some who for nigga represent the call of the righteousOr gang bang to the rhythm when I spit itI'ma kill 'em wit the technical precision that'll be fuckin' up all the devicesGet sick wit it like I'm lit off the wet, if it's beef, get the shit off ya chestDon't take off ya vest, all my niggas make you jump off the setAnd always get the prints off the tech, straight off the deckMobbin' up and makin' niggas duck, knowin' I'll still open up the trunkGuns nigga we get 'em and bust, murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline rush[Chorus - 2x]