Cam'ron Adrenaline Letras:
Killa, Psycho Drama, Twista, Chi-Town to Harlem
what's really good?

[Psycho Drama and Twista]

Part 2, What happens, when you combine the
darkness, with the light?

[Psycho Drama]

Yeah, I am more than compelled and honored to
expel This hell that's inside of my shell for
fuckas who want it Violence, yeah that bullshit
right up my alley, chasing you right up the alley
With a gun fixin' to kill you cuz I feel you was
the one fuckin' with my family I roll wit 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 The trigga
aimed, deliver you niggas these rigorous bullets
It's so rivid and to see you livin' in vengance
and see the trouble you're put in Fuckin' wit
niggas you shouldn't, these menaces and villians
and hoodliums That'll 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 sommersaulted 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
realest y'all You just can't kill one you stupid
bitch, you got to kill us all

[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 wit the
chrome, I stilla be in the zone like Capone Better
leave me alone, cuz I represent the city known for
killin' motherfuckas Makin' plenty money and
layin' 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 family
you touched uh, I'll shoot up ya V-12 even if you
wit ya female uh 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
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the vest all the wall, sacrifice my body screamin'
Kamakaze, I can take all of y'all

[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 The boy get
nasty, Tolor force me, blast me Sawed-off and I'm
happy, or where the crack be Put it right all for
Polaski Cross street, don't need to be said Code
red 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 when ya dead Street sweeper
when I creep creep, nigga fled When ya sleep
sleep, nigga dead Why you on the back block,
fightin' in the crack spot Jackpot, ask not ??

[Chorus - 2x]

(It's your adrenaline rushhhhh) Like when the
motherfucka 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
(It's your adrenaline rushhhhh) Like 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 let the rhythm hit off the
trunk

[Cam'ron]

Ya bitch is a ho, 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 wit
the chick, the slut was a fish Threw her bait,
reeled her in and gutted the bitch And now she, up
in Pokip's dick, huggin' the strip slick 5th
tucked in her hip, she will mug you for kicks And
word to, motha I'm rich, hit ya motha with bricks
Cocoa why don't ya build buildings with concussion
the bitch

[Twista]

Come and feel wit the balla 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 wit the technical precision that'll be
fuckin' up all the devices Get sick wit it like
I'm lit off the wet, if it's beef, get the shit
off ya chest Don't take off ya vest, all my niggas
make you jump off the set And always get the
prints of the tech, 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 - 2x]
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