Twista - Overdose Lyrics
Shit, niggas got me higher than a mother*****er off up in here, man.Damn, the ***** yall get this weed from?Mother*****er overdose or some shit off this shit, God damnCheck this shit out though..[twista]Now ***** player haters say that Im too raw with itBut yall thinkin cause I be talkin shitThem hoes say that nigga cold as hell***** what the punks are talkin boutI wanna get up with that big ballin *****Plus niggas feelin what Im on as wellPlus got my mind in the zoneThe one thats rocking fresh pelle pelsSweet toothll shine on his boneSomebody beatin up the block on fresh rider rimsIf its me hell, you can tell by the design on the chromeCrying on the phoneHoe thinkin Im 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 *****Brought no weed cause she fine off her ownSo hurry with the phillie *****, Im 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 tripIts like the bud was tailor made for milli-clipsAnd mac-10s, I lit the bead from the back endStraight to the chest and it got me sprungMy lungs started collapsing - shit nigga whats happenin?The sess got me trippin off the drums and guns, ready for actionDuck a swang or either other thangTry to be tough and bang and scuff and hangSuffer pain left deranged then youse a bogus muh*****er maynSystem be struck a vein, Im too strangeFor muh*****ers to compete withIm on some infrared heat shitWith a deep clique, what I eat sleep shitWell if its a freak *****, she can suck a sweet dickTil shes seasick; blockin niggas out like an eclipseWhen smokin them devils put your hands togetherLike you know the hostCause aint no nigga that can resist the words from the twistLeavin niggas comatose from my overdoseChorus: twistaI done put the fuel on it, take a pull on itWe overdosin on weed and sendin all yall off into a thangKill off all enemies while makin gs, catch you off on your kneesAnd snatchin fees now that Im up in this gameI done put the fuel on it, take a pull on itWe overdosin on weed and sendin all yall off into a thangKill off all enemies while makin gs, 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 beefAnd some grief, but when I chief on some strong leafIm snappin hard enough to make a nigga try to check his own chiefViolate him but cant annihilate himPickin up his own teeth and its on with the microphone deepStimulate him with pistols penetrate himNerves still droppin cause adrenaline pumpin is a muh*****erHit him with the steel bloodsuckersMurdered the bud, and I was makin sureEvery one of you hoe studs suck usAnd I bullshit you not if it was full clips, two glocksYou would still die or youll get too hotCause when my fuel kick youll dropHypes is trickin on youTell me where he at ***** and youll get two rocks(okay!) cause when my tool click youll popCant have this hype nigga stop shit, Im hazardousMakin musical miracles like Im jesus of nazerathYet disasterous, smokin on half and hash, ***** if its cancerousBust ass (? ? ) cause I mastered thisIts hard to breathe, Im bustin like an a-bombCause Im in the zone, twenty-two a cold shit up my sleeveIts hard to stay calmThinkin about the *****es that Ive been up onHittin my enemies and competition up with lethal rollsThats damagin, flows thats callous and were leavinThick ladies frantic and people in the industry panickinI thought we got in this to get out of pistol handlinNow its possible muh*****ers could start vanishin***** 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]Cmon and toke on a dub with me; I love cities with partiesThats full of *****es 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 dont ask if its the bud in me; because for some reasonI smoke on some weed and get too wicked and rawIt cant be nickel or somethin, way its chokin mePotencyll have me rockin micsAnd givin your butt dick in the jaw, Im hookin the lawYoure lookin in awe, took what you sawGot the bs 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 aint cold enoughTrippin out like you cant control the stuffLackin rhythm like you known to bustIn a different zone from usYou niggas need to sit the ***** downGet a swisher and roll this upIf you think Im speakin too bold, whassup?I aint even on no hoe shit; plus the mob is so thickIm the type of nigga you should wanna get up close toAnd take a smoke withIf theres 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 Im ghostWhile I breath reefer smoke from my overdoseTry to put me to the test, gimme some budda blessIll show you who the bestRelease the vocal trilogy..<traxter> aight t God damn slow it up mayn! muh*****ers done felt you mayn!We can go on to some next shit<twista> God damn man you stoppin mother*****ers and shitMan Im tryin to get my zone onLet niggas hear what the ***** Im doin man<traxter> I mean you done zoned manLets go to the next cut baby<twista> man, ***** that shit
