Текст песни Twista - Overdose
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Shit, niggaz got me higher than a motherfucker off up in here, manDamn, the fuck y`all get this weed from?Motherfucker overdose or some shit off this shit, god damnCheck this shit out though..[Twista]Now pussy player haters say that I`m too raw with itbut y`all thinkin cause I be talkin shitthem hoes say that nigga cold as hellFuck what the punks are talkin boutI wanna get up with that big ballin bitchplus niggaz feelin what I`m on as wellBlunts got my mind in the zoneThe one that`s rocking fresh Pelle Pel`sTrue to the shine on his boneSomebody beatin up the block on fresh rider rimsIf it`s me hell, you can tell by the design on the chromeCrying on the phoneHoe thinkin I`m in love with hercause she took me shoppin and had me tryin on cologneSo I left her on the line with the toneGot up with this other bitchBrought no weed cause she firin up her ownSo hurry with the Phillie bitch, I`m really sickoff of some illy shitHere go a rusty razor blade, but still it splitand fill it with the killer shit so I can really tripIt`s like the bud was tailor made for milli-clipsand mac-10`s, I lit the bead from the back endStraight to the chest and it got me sprungMy lungs started collapsing - shit nigga what`s happenin?The sess got me trippin off the drums and guns, ready for actionDuck and swang on either upper thangTry to be tougher, bang, scuff and hangSuffer pain, left deranged then youse a bogus m`uhfucker maynSystem be struck a vein, I`m too strangefor m`uhfuckers to compete withI`m on some infrared heat shitwith a deep clique, what I eat sleep shitWell if it`s a freak bitch, she can suck a sweet dicktil she`s seasick; blockin niggas out like an eclipseWhen smokin them devils put your hands togetherlike you know the hostCause ain`t no nigga that can resist the words from the Twist`Leavin niggas comatose from my overdoseChorus: TwistaI done put the fuel on it, take a pull on itMe overdosin on weed and sendin all y`all off into a thangKill off all enemies while makin G`s, catch you off on your kneesand snatchin fees now that I`m up in this gameI done put the fuel on it, take a pull on itMe overdosin on weed and sendin all y`all off into a thangKill off all enemies while makin G`s, catch you off on your kneesNiggas rollin me beads just so they can hang[Twista]Can you figure out the cause and effect?Niggas comin on your setThugs comin out they drawers with a tecVictim bleedin from the neckShirts is getting wet, shorties yellin threatsLookin for the one who called for the deckNow they airin out the hall in the spotHitting stomachs leavin niggas pinched upBodies balled in a knotBullet holes in the wall from a glockSearchin for the one who called in the shotsHypes crawlin for rocksGoin all in the socks of the recently deceasedfrom what was releasedFrom the chrome beast to the dome pieceVisions in my mind bein increased by inner beefwith some grief, but when I chief on some strong leafI`m snappin hard enough to make a nigga try to check his own chiefViolate him but can`t annihilate himPickin up his own teeth and it`s on with the microphone deepStimulate him with pistols penetrate himNerves still jumpin cause adrenaline pumpin is a m`uhfuckerHit him with the steel bloodsuckersMurdered the bud lovers makin sure every one of you hoe studs suck usAnd I bullshit you not if it was full clips, two glocksyou would still die or you`ll get too hotCause when my fuel kick you`ll dropHypes is trickin on youTell me where he at bitch and you`ll get two rocks(Okay!) Cause when my tool click you`ll popCan`t this hype nigga stop shit, I`m hazardousMakin musical miracles like I`m Jesus of NazerathYet disasterous, smokin on halves and hash, fuck if it`s cancerousBust ass to the beat cause I mastered thisIt`s hard to breathe, I`m bustin like an A-bombcause I`m in the zone, twenty-two a cold shit up my sleeveIt`s hard to stay calm thinkin about the bitches that I`m fin` to boneHittin my enemies and competition up with lethal blowsthat`s damagin, flows that`s callous and we`re leavinthick ladies frantic and people in the industry panickinI thought we got in this to get out of pistol handlinNow it`s possible m`uhfuckers could start vanishinFuck the Anacin I be toking plenty and stankin from stressand flowin over notes; them studs thinkin they can get closeI know I got you trippin off the shita nigga said off a overdoseChorus[Twista]C`mon and toke on a dub with me; I love cities with partiesthat`s full of bitches where they let me rub tittiesBe able to pack a snub with me; in case we get in some staticand gotta start leakin blood from stud skinniesSo don`t ask if it`s the bud in me; because for some reasonI smoke on some weed and get too wicked and rawIt can`t be nickel or soft the way it`s chokin mepotency`ll have me rockin micsand givin your bitch dick in the jaw, I`m hookin the lawYou`re lookin in awe, took what you sawGot the B`s pen and pad out the bottom drawerThen got to bitin and formulatin some shit you called your ownbut take it to the rehab cause you got a flawTo put it simple you ain`t cold enoughTrippin out like you can`t control the stuffLackin rhythm like you known to bustIn a different zone from usYou niggas need to sit the fuck downget a swisher and roll this upIf you think I`m speakin too bold, whassup?I ain`t even on no hoe shit; plus the mob is so thickI`m the type of nigga you should wanna get up close toand take a smoke withIf there`s static then check yo` clique; my mind is so sickI be tweakin with speakin releasin energy to show I know the ropesCause when it comes to this rap shitniggas will choke til I`m ghostwhile I breath reefer smoke from my overdoseTry to put me to the test, gimme some buddha blessI`ll show you who the bestRelease the vocal trilogy..[Traxter] Aight T god damn slow it up mayn!M`uhfuckers done felt you mayn! We can go to the next shit[Twista] God damn man you stoppin muh`fuckers and shitMan I`m tryin to get my zone onLet niggaz hear what the fuck I`m doin man[Traxter] I mean you done zoned man, let`s go to the next cut baby[Twista] Man, fuck that shit