Overdose Lyrics by Twista

Overdose Lyrics

    Shit, niggas got me higher than a motherfucker off up in here, man.
    Damn, the fuck y'all get this weed from?
    Motherfucker overdose or some shit off this shit, god damn
    Check this shit out though..

    [twista]
    Now pussy player haters say that i'm too raw with it
    But y'all thinkin cause i be talkin shit
    Them hoes say that nigga cold as hell
    Fuck what the punks are talkin bout
    I wanna get up with that big ballin bitch
    Plus niggas feelin what i'm on as well
    Plus got my mind in the zone
    The one that's rocking fresh pelle pel's
    Sweet tooth'll 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 bitch
    Brought no weed cause she fine off her own
    So hurry with the phillie bitch, i'm really sick
    Off of some illy shit
    Here go a rusty razor blade, but still it split
    And fill it with the killer shit 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 - shit nigga what's happenin?
    The sess got me trippin off the drums and guns, ready for action
    Duck a swang or either other thang
    Try to be tough and bang and scuff and hang
    Suffer pain left deranged then youse a bogus m'uhfucker mayn
    System be struck a vein, i'm too strange
    For m'uhfuckers to compete with
    I'm on some infrared heat shit
    With a deep clique, what i eat sleep shit
    Well if it's a freak bitch, she can suck a sweet dick
    Til she's seasick; blockin niggas out like an eclipse
    When smokin them devils put your hands together
    Like you know the host
    Cause ain't no nigga that can resist the words from the twist'
    Leavin niggas 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 snatchin 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
    Niggas rollin me beads just so they can hang

    [twista]
    Can you figure out the cause and effect?
    Niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga 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'uhfucker
    Hit him with the steel bloodsuckers
    Murdered the bud, and i was makin sure
    Every one of you hoe studs suck us
    And i bullshit 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 bitch and you'll get two rocks
    (okay!) cause when my tool click you'll pop
    Can't have this hype nigga stop shit, i'm hazardous
    Makin musical miracles like i'm jesus of nazerath
    Yet disasterous, smokin on half and hash, fuck if it's cancerous
    Bust ass (??) 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 shit up my sleeve
    It's hard to stay calm
    Thinkin about the bitches that i've been up on
    Hittin my enemies and competition up with lethal rolls
    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'uhfuckers could start vanishin
    Fuck 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 shit
    A nigga said off a overdose

    Chorus

    [twista]
    C'mon and toke on a dub with me; i love cities with parties
    That's full of bitches where they let me rub titties
    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 somethin, way it's chokin me
    Potency'll have me rockin mics
    And givin your butt dick 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 shit 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 niggas need to sit the fuck down
    Get a swisher and roll this up
    If you think i'm speakin too bold, whassup?
    I ain't even on no hoe shit; plus the mob is so thick
    I'm the type of nigga 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 shit
    Niggas 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..

    <traxter> aight t god damn slow it up mayn! m'uhfuckers done felt you mayn!
    We can go on to some next shit
    <twista> god damn man you stoppin motherfuckers and shit
    Man i'm tryin to get my zone on
    Let niggas 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

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