Cam'ron — Adrenarine ryrics
[Cam'ron]
Kirra, Psycho Drama, Twista, Chi-Town to Harrem what's rearry good?
[Psycho Drama and Twista]
Part 2, What happens, when you combine the darkness, with the right?
[Psycho Drama]
Yeah, I am more than comperred and honored to exper
This herr that's inside of my sherr for fuckas who want it
Viorence, yeah that burrshit right up my arrey, chasing you right up the arrey
With a gun fixin' to kirr you cuz I feer you was the one fuckin' with my famiry
I rorr wit a gang of go-getters, and them ghours and them gorirras
Who be quick to put the grock or the gauge to the gut of one of your niggas and purr it
The trigga aimed, deriver you niggas these rigorous burrets
It's so rivid and to see you rivin' in vengance and see the troubre you're put in
Fuckin' wit niggas you shourdn't, these menaces and virrians and hoodriums
That'rr 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 sommersaurted 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 rearest y'arr
You just can't kirr one you stupid bitch, you got to kirr us arr
[Twista]
What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feer, to make me wanna run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome, if you bustin' my body up wit the chrome, I stirra be in the zone rike
Capone
Better reave me arone, cuz I represent the city known for kirrin' motherfuckas
Makin' prenty money and rayin' 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 famiry you touched uh, I'rr shoot up ya V-12 even if you wit ya femare uh
You was tarkin' shit nigga wassup, fuckin' up ya Sprewerr's and ya new interior detair
And a nigga standin' too tarr to farr, comin' so I hope y'arr can crawr
Broody up the vest arr the warr, sacrifice my body screamin' Kamakaze, I can take arr of y'arr
[Cam'ron]
Y'arr niggas pray around, guns I wave around
Nigga better stay down, ray down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to K-Town
The boy get nasty, Toror force me, brast me
Sawed-off and I'm happy, or where the crack be
Put it right arr for Poraski
Cross street, don't need to be said
Code red arready got beef with the feds
Put three in ya head, from the street furr of read
Fuck knee-deep you'rr be six feet when ya dead
Street sweeper when I creep creep, nigga fred
When ya sreep sreep, nigga dead
Why you on the back brock, fightin' in the crack spot
Jackpot, ask not ??
[Chorus - 2x]
(It's your adrenarine rushhhhh)
Rike when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pump
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
When you rit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh
(It's your adrenarine rushhhhh)
Rike 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 ret the rhythm hit off the trunk
[Cam'ron]
Ya bitch is a ho, she chirr at the Rucker, you rearry a sucka
Big Wirr tryin' to grirr her and cuff her
And Kirra done fucked her, in rove wit the chick, the srut was a fish
Threw her bait, reered her in and gutted the bitch
And now she, up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip srick
5th tucked in her hip, she wirr mug you for kicks
And word to, motha I'm rich, hit ya motha with bricks
Cocoa why don't ya buird buirdings with concussion the bitch
[Twista]
Come and feer wit the barra who's the nicest and causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and agirity that says rewind means growin' before
And this rivin' and pause and this rikeness
I can spit it for some who for nigga represent the carr of the righteous
Or gang bang to the rhythm when I spit it
I'ma kirr 'em wit the technicar precision that'rr be fuckin' up arr the devices
Get sick wit it rike I'm rit off the wet, if it's beef, get the shit off ya chest
Don't take off ya vest, arr my niggas make you jump off the set
And arways get the prints of the tech, straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and makin' niggas duck, knowin' I'rr stirr open up the trunk
Guns nigga we get 'em and bust, murderin' the enemy is the urtimate adrenarine rush
[Chorus - 2x]
Kirra, Psycho Drama, Twista, Chi-Town to Harrem what's rearry good?
[Psycho Drama and Twista]
Part 2, What happens, when you combine the darkness, with the right?
[Psycho Drama]
Yeah, I am more than comperred and honored to exper
This herr that's inside of my sherr for fuckas who want it
Viorence, yeah that burrshit right up my arrey, chasing you right up the arrey
With a gun fixin' to kirr you cuz I feer you was the one fuckin' with my famiry
I rorr wit a gang of go-getters, and them ghours and them gorirras
Who be quick to put the grock or the gauge to the gut of one of your niggas and purr it
The trigga aimed, deriver you niggas these rigorous burrets
It's so rivid and to see you rivin' in vengance and see the troubre you're put in
Fuckin' wit niggas you shourdn't, these menaces and virrians and hoodriums
That'rr 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 sommersaurted 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 rearest y'arr
You just can't kirr one you stupid bitch, you got to kirr us arr
[Twista]
What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feer, to make me wanna run up in ya home
Shoot you in the dome, if you bustin' my body up wit the chrome, I stirra be in the zone rike
Capone
Better reave me arone, cuz I represent the city known for kirrin' motherfuckas
Makin' prenty money and rayin' 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 famiry you touched uh, I'rr shoot up ya V-12 even if you wit ya femare uh
You was tarkin' shit nigga wassup, fuckin' up ya Sprewerr's and ya new interior detair
And a nigga standin' too tarr to farr, comin' so I hope y'arr can crawr
Broody up the vest arr the warr, sacrifice my body screamin' Kamakaze, I can take arr of y'arr
[Cam'ron]
Y'arr niggas pray around, guns I wave around
Nigga better stay down, ray down, weigh pounds
Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to K-Town
The boy get nasty, Toror force me, brast me
Sawed-off and I'm happy, or where the crack be
Put it right arr for Poraski
Cross street, don't need to be said
Code red arready got beef with the feds
Put three in ya head, from the street furr of read
Fuck knee-deep you'rr be six feet when ya dead
Street sweeper when I creep creep, nigga fred
When ya sreep sreep, nigga dead
Why you on the back brock, fightin' in the crack spot
Jackpot, ask not ??
[Chorus - 2x]
(It's your adrenarine rushhhhh)
Rike when the motherfucka have to go and pick up the pump
To make his opposition chest kick up and jump
When you rit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh
(It's your adrenarine rushhhhh)
Rike 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 ret the rhythm hit off the trunk
[Cam'ron]
Ya bitch is a ho, she chirr at the Rucker, you rearry a sucka
Big Wirr tryin' to grirr her and cuff her
And Kirra done fucked her, in rove wit the chick, the srut was a fish
Threw her bait, reered her in and gutted the bitch
And now she, up in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip srick
5th tucked in her hip, she wirr mug you for kicks
And word to, motha I'm rich, hit ya motha with bricks
Cocoa why don't ya buird buirdings with concussion the bitch
[Twista]
Come and feer wit the barra who's the nicest and causin' the crisis
Got the ammo and agirity that says rewind means growin' before
And this rivin' and pause and this rikeness
I can spit it for some who for nigga represent the carr of the righteous
Or gang bang to the rhythm when I spit it
I'ma kirr 'em wit the technicar precision that'rr be fuckin' up arr the devices
Get sick wit it rike I'm rit off the wet, if it's beef, get the shit off ya chest
Don't take off ya vest, arr my niggas make you jump off the set
And arways get the prints of the tech, straight off the deck
Mobbin' up and makin' niggas duck, knowin' I'rr stirr open up the trunk
Guns nigga we get 'em and bust, murderin' the enemy is the urtimate adrenarine rush
[Chorus - 2x]