Twista - Overdose lyrics

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Shit, niggaz 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 pussy player haters say that I'm too raw with it

but y'all thinkin cause I be talkin shit

them hoes say that nigga cold as hell

Fuck what the punks are talkin bout

I wanna get up with that big ballin bitch

plus niggaz feelin what I'm on as well

Blunts got my mind in the zone

The one that's rocking fresh Pelle Pel's

True to the shine on his bone

Somebody beatin 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

Hoe thinkin I'm in love with her

cause she took me shoppin and had me tryin on cologne

So I left her on the line with the tone

Got up with this other bitch

Brought no weed cause she firin 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-10'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 happenin?

The sess got me trippin off the drums and guns, ready for action

Duck and swang on either upper thang

Try to be tougher, bang, scuff and hang

Suffer pain, left deranged then youse a bogus m'uhfucker mayn

System be struck a vein, I'm too strange

for m'uhfuckers to compete with

I'm on some infrared 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; blockin niggas out like an eclipse

When smokin them devils put your hands together

like you know the host

Cause ain't no nigga that can resist the words from the Twist'

Leavin niggas comatose from my overdose

I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it

Me overdosin on weed and sendin all y'all off into a thang

Kill off all enemies while makin G's, catch you off on your knees

and snatchin fees now that I'm up in this game

I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it

Me overdosin on weed and sendin all y'all off into a thang

Kill off all enemies while makin G's, catch you off on your knees

Niggas rollin me beads just so they can hang

Can you figure out the cause and effect?

Niggas comin on your set

Thugs comin out they drawers with a tec

Victim bleedin from the neck

Shirts is getting wet, shorties yellin threats

Lookin for the one who called for the deck

Now they airin out the hall in the spot

Hitting stomachs leavin niggas pinched up

Bodies balled in a knot

Bullet holes in the wall from a glock

Searchin for the one who called in the shots

Hypes crawlin for rocks

Goin all in the socks of the recently deceased

from what was released

From the chrome beast to the dome piece

Visions in my mind bein increased by inner beef

with some grief, but when I chief on some strong leaf

I'm snappin hard enough to make a nigga try to check his own chief

Violate him but can't annihilate him

Pickin up his own teeth and it's on with the microphone deep

Stimulate him with pistols penetrate him

Nerves still jumpin cause adrenaline pumpin is a m'uhfucker

Hit him with the steel bloodsuckers

Murdered the bud lovers makin sure every one of you hoe 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 trickin on you

Tell me where he at bitch and you'll get two rocks

(Okay!) Cause when my tool click you'll pop

Can't this hype nigga stop shit, I'm hazardous

Makin musical miracles like I'm Jesus of Nazerath

Yet disasterous, smokin 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 bustin like an A-bomb

cause I'm in the zone, twenty-two a cold shit up my sleeve

It's hard to stay calm thinkin about the bitches that I'm fin' to bone

Hittin my enemies and competition up with lethal blows

that's damagin, flows that's callous and we're leavin

thick ladies frantic and people in the industry panickin

I thought we got in this to get out of pistol handlin

Now it's possible m'uhfuckers could start vanishin

Fuck the Anacin I be toking plenty and stankin from stress

and flowin over notes; them studs thinkin they can get close

I know I got you trippin off the shit

a nigga said off a overdose

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 leakin 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 chokin me

potency'll have me rockin mics

and givin your bitch dick in the jaw, I'm hookin the law

You're lookin in awe, took what you saw

Got the B's pen and pad out the bottom drawer

Then got to bitin and formulatin 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

Trippin out like you can't control the stuff

Lackin 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 speakin too bold, whassup?

I ain't even on no hoe shit; plus the mob is so thick

I'm the type of nigga you should wanna get up close to

and take a smoke with

If there's static then check yo' clique; my mind is so sick

I be tweakin with speakin releasin 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, gimme some buddha bless

I'll show you who the best

Release the vocal trilogy..

M'uhfuckers done felt you mayn! We can go to the next shit

Man I'm tryin to get my zone on

Let niggaz hear what the fuck I'm doin man