Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Overdose , by - Twista. Release date: 29.08.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Overdose |
| Shit, niggaz 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. |
| 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 niggaz feelin what I’m on as well |
| Blunts got my mind in the zone |
| The one that’s rocking fresh Pelle Pel’s |
| True 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 bitch |
| Brought no weed cause she firin up 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 and swang on either upper thang |
| Try to be tougher, bang, 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 Me 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 Me 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 |
| 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 |
| with 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 jumpin cause adrenaline pumpin is a m’uhfucker |
| Hit him with the steel bloodsuckers |
| Murdered the bud lovers 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 this hype nigga stop shit, I’m hazardous |
| Makin musical miracles like I’m Jesus of Nazerath |
| Yet disasterous, smokin on halves and hash, fuck if it’s cancerous |
| Bust ass 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 shit up my sleeve |
| It’s hard to stay calm thinkin about the bitches that I’m fin’to bone |
| Hittin my enemies and competition up with lethal blows |
| 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 |
| 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 soft the way it’s chokin me potency’ll have me rockin mics |
| and givin your bitch 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 buddha bless |
| I’ll show you who the best |
| Release the vocal trilogy. |
| Aight T god damn slow it up mayn! |
| M’uhfuckers done felt you mayn! |
| We can go to the next shit |
| God damn man you stoppin muh’fuckers and shit |
| Man I’m tryin to get my zone on Let niggaz hear what the fuck I’m doin man |
| I mean you done zoned man, let’s go to the next cut baby |
| Man, fuck that shit |