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letra de overdose - twista

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sh-t, n-gg-s got me higher than a motherf-cker off up in here, man
d-mn, the f-ck y’all get this weed from?
motherf-cker overdose or some sh-t off this sh-t, godd-mn
check this sh-t out though

now p-ssy player haters say that i’m too raw with it
but y’all thinkin’ ’cause i be talkin’ sh-t
them hoes say that n-gg- cold as h-ll
f-ck what the punks are talkin ’bout
i wanna get up with that big ballin’ b-tch

plus n-gg-s 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, h-ll, 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 sh-t
here go a rusty razor blade but still it split
and fill it with the killer sh-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, sh-t n-gg- what’s happenin’?
the sess got me trippin’ off the drums and guns, ready for action

duck a sw-ng or either other thang
try to be tougher and bang and scuff and hang
suffer pain left deranged then youse a bogus m’uhf-cker, mayn
system be struck a vein, i’m too strange

for m’uhf-ckers to compete with
i’m on some infrared heat sh-t
with a deep clique, what i eat, sleep, sh-t
well, if it’s a freak b-tch, she can suck a sweet d-ck
till she’s seasick blockin’ n-gg-s out like an eclipse

when smokin’ them devils put your hands together
like you know the host
’cause ain’t no n-gg- that can resist the words from the twist’
leavin’ n-gg-s comatose from my overdose

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
n-gg-s rollin’ me beads just so they can hang

can you figure out the cause and effect?
n-gg-s 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’ n-gg-s 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 n-gg- 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’uhf-cker

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 bullsh-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
’cause when my tool click you’ll pop
can’t have this hype n-gg- stop sh-t, i’m hazardous

makin’ musical miracles like i’m jesus of nazareth
yet disastrous, smokin’ on halves and hash, f-ck if it’s cancerous
bust -ss 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 sh-t up my sleeve
it’s hard to stay calm
thinkin’ about the b-tches that i’ve finna bone
hittin’ my enemies and compet-tion 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’uhf-ckers could start vanishin’

f-ck 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 sh-t
a n-gg- said off a overdose

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
n-gg-s rollin’ me beads just so they can hang

c’mon and toke on a dub with me, i love cities with parties
that’s full of b-tches where they let me rub t-tties
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 sh-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 n-gg-s need to sit the f-ck down
get a swisher and roll this up

if you think i’m speakin’ too bold, wh-ssup?
i ain’t even on no hoe sh-t, plus the mob is so thick
i’m the type of n-gg- 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 sh-t
n-gg-s will choke till 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 god d-mn slow it up mayn
m’uhf-ckers done felt you mayn
we can go on to some next sh-t
god d-mn, man, you stoppin’ motherf-ckers and sh-t

man i’m tryin’ to get my zone on
let n-gg-s hear what the f-ck i’m doin’ man
i mean you done zoned man
let’s go to the next cut, baby
man, f-ck that sh-t

- twista

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