Overdose

s**t, got me higher than a motherfker off up in here, man.
d*mn, the fk y'all get this weed from?
Motherfker overdose or some s**t off this s**t, god d*mn
Check this s**t out though..

Twista
Now p*ssy player haters say that I'm too raw with it
but y'all thinkin cause I be talkin s**t
them hoes say that nigg* cold as hell
fk what the punks are talkin bout
I wanna get up with that big ballin b*tch
plus feelin what I'm on as well
Plus got my mind in the zone
The one that's rocking fresh Pelle Pel's
tru 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 b*tch
Brought no weed cause she fine off her own
So hurry with the Phillie b*tch, I'm really sick
off of some illy s**t
Here go a rusty razor blade, but still it split
and fill it with the killer s**t 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 - s**t nigg* what's happenin?
The sess got me trippin off the drums and guns, ready for action
Duck a swng or either other thang
Try to be tougher and bang and scuff and hang
Suffer pain left deranged then youse a bogus m'uhfker mayn
System be struck a vein, I'm too strange
for m'uhfkers to compete with
I'm on some infrared heat s**t
with a deep clique, what I eat sleep s**t
Well if it's a freak b*tch, she can suck a sweet d*ck
til she's seasick; blockin out like an eclipse
When smokin them devils put your hands together
like you know the host
Cause ain't no nigg* that can resist the words from the Twist'
Leavin comatose from my overdose

Chorus: Twista

I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it
We 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 sn*tchin fees now that I'm up in this game
I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it
We 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
rollin me beads just so they can hang

Twista
Can you figure out the cause and effect?
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 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
and some grief, but when I chief on some strong leaf
I'm snappin hard enough to make a nigg* 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 droppin cause adrenaline pumpin is a m'uhfker
Hit him with the steel bloodsuckers
Murdered by bud lovers, and I was makin sure
every one of you hoe studs suck us
And I bulls**t 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 b*tch and you'll get two rocks
(Okay!) Cause when my tool click you'll pop
Can't have this hype nigg* stop s**t, I'm hazardous
Makin musical miracles like I'm Jesus of Nazerath
Yet disasterous, smokin on halves and hash, fk if it's cancerous
Bust as* 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 s**t up my sleeve
It's hard to stay calm
Thinkin about the girls that I've finna bone
Hittin my enemies and competition up with lethal flows
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'uhfkers could start vanishin
fk 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 s**t
a nigg* said off a overdose

Chorus

Twista
C'mon and toke on a dub with me; I love cities with parties
that's full of girls where they let me rub t*ts
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, way it's chokin me
potency'll have me rockin mics
and givin your b*tch d*ck 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 s**t 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 need to sit the fk down
get a swisher and roll this up
If you think I'm speakin too bold, whassup?
I ain't even on no hoe s**t; plus the mob is so thick
I'm the type of nigg* 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 s**t
will choke til I'm ghost
while I breath reefer smoke from my overdose
Try to put me to the test, gimme some budda bless
I'll show you who the best
Release the vocal trilogy..

Aight T god d*mn slow it up mayn! M'uhfkers done felt you mayn!
We can go on to some next s**t
God d*mn man you stoppin motherfkers and s**t
Man I'm tryin to get my zone on
Let hear what the fk I'm doin man
I mean you done zoned man
Let's go to the next cut baby
Man, fk that s**t