Overdose

Shit, niggas got me higher than a motherfucker off up in here, man Damn, the fuck y'all get this weed from Motherfucker overdose or some shit off this shit, god damn Check this shit out, though Now p***y player haters say that I'm too raw with it But y'all thinking' cause I be talking shit Them hoes say that nigga cold as hell Fuck what the punks are talking 'bout I want to get up with that big balling bitch Plus niggas 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 bitch Brought no weed cause she firing up her own So hurry with the Phillie bitch, I'm really sick Off of some illy shit Here go a rusty razor blade, but still it split And fill it with the killer shit 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, shit, nigga, 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 motherfucker, man System be struck a vein, I'm too strange For motherfuckers to compete with I'm on some infra-red heat shit With a deep clique, what I eat sleep shit Well, if it's a freak bitch, she can suck a sweet dick 'Til she's seasick; blocking niggas out like an eclipse When smoking them devils put your hands together Like you know the host Cause ain't no nigga that can resist the words from the Twist Leaving niggas 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 niggas rolling me beads just so they can hang Can you figure out the cause and effect niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga 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 motherfucker 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 bitch and you'll get two rocks Cause when my tool click you'll pop Can't this hype nigga stop shit, I'm hazardous Making musical miracles like I'm Jesus of Nazareth Yet disastrous, smoking on halves and hash, fuck if it's cancerous Bust ass 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 shit up my sleeve It's hard to stay calm thinking about the bitches 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 motherfuckers could start vanishing Fuck 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 shit A nigga 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 niggas 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 bitches where they let me rub titties 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 bitch dick 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 shit 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 niggas need to sit the fuck 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 shit; plus the mob is so thick I'm the type of nigga 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 shit niggas 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 Motherfuckers' done felt you, man, we can go to the next shit God damn, man, you stopping motherfuckers and shit Man, I'm trying to get my zone on Let niggas hear what the fuck I'm doing man I mean, you done zoned man, let's go to the next cut baby Man, fuck that shit --- Overdose - Twista