The Legendary Traxster - Overdose lyrics

sh**, n***as got me higher than a motherf**er off up in here, man Damn, the f** y'all get this weed from Motherf**er overdose or some sh** off this sh**, god damn Check this sh** out, though [Verse 1: Twista] Now p**y player haters say that I'm too raw with it But y'all thinking' cause I be talking sh** Them hoes say that n***a cold as hell f** what the punks are talking 'bout I want to get up with that big balling b**h Plus n***as feeling what I'm on as well Blunts got my mind in the zone The one that's rocking fresh Pelle Pelle's True to the shine on his bone Somebody beating 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 Ho thinking I'm in love with her Cause she took me shopping and had me trying on cologne So I left her on the line with the tone Got up with this other b**h Brought no weed cause she firing up her own So hurry with the Phillie b**h, I'm really sick Off of some illy sh** Here go a rusty razor blade, but still it split And fill it with the k**er sh** so I can really trip It's like the bud was tailor made for milli-clips And Mac Ten's, I lit the B from the back end Straight to the chest and it got me sprung My lungs started collapsing, sh**, n***a, what's happening? The sess got me tripping off the drums and guns, ready for action Duck and swing or either up a thang Try to be tougher, bang, scuff and hang Suffer pain, left deranged then you a bogus muh'f**er, man Since the B struck a vein, I'm too strange For muh'f**ers to compete with I'm on some infra-red heat sh** With a deep clique, what I eat sleep sh** Well, if it's a freak b**h, she can s** a sweet dick 'Til she's seasick; blocking n***as out like an eclipse When smoking them devils put your hands together Like you know the host Cause ain't no n***a that can resist the words from the Twist Leaving n***as comatose from my overdose [Hook: Twista] I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it Me overdosing on weed and sending all y'all off into a thing k** off all enemies while making G's catch you off on your knees And snatching fees, now that I'm up in this game I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it Me overdosing on weed and sending all y'all off into a thing k** off all enemies while making G's catch you off on your knees n***as rolling me B's just so they can hang [Verse 2: Twista] Can you figure out the cause and effect n***as coming on your set Thugs coming out they drawers with a TEC Victim bleeding from the neck Shirts is getting wet, shorties yelling threats Looking for the one who called for the deck Now they airing out the hall in the spot Hitting stomachs, leaving n***as pinched up Bodies balled in a knot Bullet holes in the wall from a Glock Searching for the one who called in the shots Hypes crawling for rocks Going all in the socks of the recently deceased From what was released From the chrome beast to the dome piece Visions in my mind being increased by inner beef With some grief, but when I chief on some strong leaf I'm snapping hard enough to make a n***a try to check his own chief Violate him but can't annihilate him Picking up his own teeth and it's on with the microphone deep Stimulate him with pistols penetrate him Nerves still jumping cause adrenaline pumping is a motherf**er Hit him with the steel bloods**ers Murdered by bud-lovers, making sure every one of you ho studs s** us And I bullsh** 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 tricking on you Tell me where he at b**h and you'll get two rocks Cause when my tool click you'll pop Can't this hype n***a stop sh**, I'm hazardous Making musical miracles like I'm Jesus of Nazareth Yet disastrous, smoking on halves and hash, f** if it's cancerous Bust a** simply because I mastered this It's hard to breathe, I'm busting like an A-Bomb Cause I'm in the zone, twenty-two a cold sh** up my sleeve It's hard to stay calm thinking about the b**hes that I'm fin' to bone Hitting my enemies and competition up with lethal blows That's damaging, flows that's callous and we're leaving Thick ladies frantic and people in the industry panicking I thought we got in this to get out of pistol handling Now it's possible motherf**ers could start vanishing f** the Anacin I be toking plenty and stinking from stress And flowing over notes; them studs thinking they can get close I know I got you tripping off the sh** A n***a said off a overdose [Hook: Twista] I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it Me overdosing on weed and sending all y'all off into a thing k** off all enemies while making G's catch you off on your knees And snatching fees, now that I'm up in this game I done put the fuel on it, take a pull on it Me overdosing on weed and sending all y'all off into a thing k** off all enemies while making G's catch you off on your knees n***as rolling me B's just so they can hang [Verse 3: Twista] C'mon and toke on a dub with me; I love cities with parties That's full of b**hes where they let me rub titties Be able to pack a snub with me; in case we get in some static And gotta start leaking 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 the way it's choking me Potency'll have me rocking mic's And giving your b**h dick in the jaw, I'm hooking the law You're looking in awe, took what you saw Got the B's, pen and pad out the bottom drawer Then got to biting and formulating some sh** you called your own But take it to the rehab cause you got a flaw To put it simple you ain't cold enough Tripping out like you can't control the stuff Lacking rhythm like you known to bust In a different zone from us You n***as need to sit the f** down Get a swisher and roll this up If you think I'm speaking too bold, what's up I ain't even on no ho sh**; plus the mob is so thick I'm the type of n***a you should want to get up close to And take a smoke with If there's static then check yo' clique; my mind is so sick I be tweaking with speaking, releasing energy to show I know the ropes Cause when it comes to this rap sh** n***as will choke 'til I'm ghost While I breath reefer smoke from my overdose Try to put me to the test, give me some Buddha bless I'll show you who the best Release the vocal trilogy Alright, T, god damn slow it up, man Motherf**ers' done felt you, man, we can go to the next sh** God damn, man, you stopping motherf**ers and sh** Man, I'm trying to get my zone on Let n***as hear what the f** I'm doing man I mean, you done zoned man, let's go to the next cut baby Man, f** that sh**