[Break: Yung Buk of Psycho Drama and Twista] Part 2, what happens, when you combine the darkness, with the light?
[Verse 1: Yung Buk of Psycho Drama (Cam'ron)] Yeah, I am more than compelled and honored to expel This hell that's inside of my shell for fuckers who want it Violence, yeah that bullshit right up my alley Chasing you right up the alley With a gun fixin' to kill you cause I feel you was the one Fuckin' with my family (Psycho Drama) I roll with a gang of go-getters, and them ghouls and them gorillas Who be quick to put the Glock Or the gauge to the gut of one of your niggas and pull it (Psycho Drama) The trigga and deliver you niggas these rigorous bullets It's so rivetin' to see you livin' in vengeance sit up And shrivel to pudding Fuckin with niggas you shouldn't These menaces and villains and hoodlums That'll give you the business And in an instant be diminishin' whoopin' 'Cause it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this You done somersaulted and dived in a coffin of shit So if you ever get the notion to just motion forward And get on some hoe 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 realest y'all (Psycho Drama) you just can't kill one you stupid bitch You got to kill us all..
[Verse 2: Twista] What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel To make me wanna run up in ya home Shoot you in the dome, if you bustin my body up with the chrome I still'll be in the zone like Capone Better leave me alone, cause I represent the city known for killin' motherfuckers Makin' plenty money and layin' mack down Cam, Buk and Twista spittin' gritty competition what a pity You ain't fuckin' with it then put ya stash down Come at the family you touched, uh I'll shoot up ya V-12 even if you with ya female, huh You was talkin' shit nigga wassup Fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detail And a nigga standin' too tall to fall, comin' so I hope y'all can crawl Bloody up the vest all the wall Sacrifice my body screamin' Kamikaze, I can take all of y'all...
[Verse 3: Cam'ron] Y'all niggas play around, guns I wave around Nigga better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to K-Town (Chi-Town) The boy get nasty 'til law enforcement blast me Sawed-off and I'm happy, raw, where the crack be? Put it right off of Pulaski Cross street, don't need to be said Code red, I already got beef with the Feds Put three in ya head, from the street full of lead Fuck knee-deep, you'll be six feet with the dead Street sweeper when I creep creep, nigga fled (Flii-Flii) When ya sleep sleep, nigga dead Right on the back block, fight in the crack spot Jackpot, ask not yes why not..
[Chorus: Twista & Yung Buk of Psycho Drama] That's your adrenaline rushhhhh Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump To make his opposition chest kick up and jump When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh That's your adrenaline rushhhhh Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump To make the trigger pick up and dump So turn the bass kick up the bump And let the rhythm hit off the trunk That's your adrenaline rushhhhh Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump To make his opposition chest kick up and jump When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh That's your adrenaline rushhhhh Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump To make the trigger pick up and dump So turn the bass kick up the bump And let the rhythm hit off the trunk
[Verse 4: Cam'ron] Ya bitch is a hoe, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka Big Will tryin' to grill her and cuff her And Killa done fucked her, in love with the chick, the slut was a fish Threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch And now she, up in Poughkeeps-, dick, huggin' the strip, slick 5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for kicks And word to, mother I'm rich, hit ya mother with bricks Coke or ones you build buildings with, concussion the bitch...
[Verse 5: Twista] Come and feel with the baller who's the nicest And causin' the crisis Got the ammo and agility that says rewind means growin' before And this livin' and pause and this likeness I can spit it for some who for nigga represent the call of the righteous Or gang bang to the rhythm when I spit it I'ma kill 'em with the technical precision That'll be fuckin' up all the devices Get sick with it like I'm lit off the wet If it's beef, get the shit off ya chest Don't take off ya vest, Harlem niggas make you jump off the set And always get the prints of the TEC, straight off the deck Mobbin' up and makin niggas duck Knowin' I'll still open up the trunk, guns nigga we get 'em and bust Murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline rush
[Chorus: Twista & Yung Buk of Psycho Drama] That's your adrenaline rushhhhh Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump To make his opposition chest kick up and jump When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh That's your adrenaline rushhhhh Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump To make the trigger pick up and dump So turn the bass kick up the bump And let the rhythm hit off the trunk That's your adrenaline rushhhhh Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump To make his opposition chest kick up and jump When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh That's your adrenaline rushhhhh Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump To make the trigger pick up and dump So turn the bass kick up the bump And let the rhythm hit off the trunk
This one is solid lyrically and musically. The beat is classic Chicago: slow tempo with heavy bass and a high synth lead, and lyrically all 3 MCs go hard. Note the versatility and risk taking of Cam'ron as he’s willing to challenge Chicago’s best on their own track
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