[Skit: Cam'ron]

So where we goin' now, Killa?

Shit, man, we gotta get ready to go to Chicago, I got some people up there, man

I'ma go check out what's goin' on up there, see if it's some money poppin' up there

[Intro: Cam'ron, Yung Buk & Twista]

(Traxster)

Killa

Psycho Drama

Twista

Chi-Town to Harlem, what's really good?

Part two

What happens when you combine the darkness with the light? (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Yung Buk & Cam'ron]

I am more than compelled and honored to expel

This hell that's inside of my shell for fuckers who want it

Violence, yeah, that bullshit right up my alley, chasin' you right up the alley

With a gun, fixin' to kill you 'cause I feel you was the one fuckin' with my family (Psycho Drama)

I roll with a gang of go-getters and them goons and them gorillas

Who be quick to put the Glock or the gauge to the gut of one of your niggas and pull it (Psycho Drama)

The trigger and deliver you niggas these rigorous bullets

It's so rivetin' to see you livin' in vengeance, sit up and shrivel to pudding

Fuckin' with niggas you shouldn't (No)

These menaces and villains and hoodlums that'll give you the business

In an instant, be diminishin' whoopin'

'Cause it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this

You done somersaulted and dived in a coffin of shit

So if you ever get the notion to just motion forward and get on some ho shit

You niggas remember that I got that potion

To bore your brain in a bag and give you a new perspective on who the realest, y'all (Psycho Drama)

You just can't kill one, you stupid bitch, you got to kill us all

[Verse 2: Twista]

What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel?

To make me wanna run up in your home

Shoot you in the dome if you bustin' my body up with the chrome

I still'll be in the zone like Capone

Better leave me alone

'Cause I represent the city known for killin' motherfuckers, makin' plenty money, and layin' mack down

Cam, Buk, and Twista spittin' gritty, competition, what a pity, you ain't fuckin' with us, then put your smash down

Come at the family, get touched up

I'll shoot up your V-12 even if you with your female, huh

You was talkin' shit, nigga, what's up?

Fuckin' up your Sprewells and your new interior detail

And a nigga standin' too tall to fall

Come at us, I hope y'all can crawl

Bloody up the vest, wall to wall

Sacrifice my body, screamin', "Kamikaze," I can take all of y'all

[Verse 3: Cam'ron]

Y'all niggas play around, guns, I wave around (Yes)

Nigga better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds

Put 'em on the Greyhound, right up to K-Town (Chi-Town)

The boy get nasty (Nasty), 'til law enforcement blast me (Blast me)

Sawed-off and I'm happy, raw what the crack be, put it right off of Pulaski (West Side)

Cross street don't need to be said

Code red, I already got beef with the feds

Put three in your head, fill the street full of lead

Fuck knee-deep, you'll be six feet with the dead

Street sweep when I creep, creep, nigga fled

Fhh-fhh when you sleep, sleep, nigga, damn

Right on the back block, right at the crack spot

Jackpot, ask not, yes, I'm a living legend

[Chorus: Twista & Yung Buk]

That's your adrenaline rush

Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump

To make his opposition chest kick up and jump

When you lit up the gun

To make your body get up and hum

That's your adrenaline rush

Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump

To make the trigger pick up and dump

So turn the bass kick up and bump

And let the rhythm hit off the trunk

That's your adrenaline rush

Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump

To make his opposition chest kick up and jump

When you lit up the gun

To make your body get up and hum

That's your adrenaline rush

Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump

To make the trigger pick up and dump

So turn the bass kick up the bump

And let the rhythm hit off the trunk

[Verse 4: Cam'ron]

Your bitch is a ho, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka

Big Will tryna grill her and cuff her (Cuff her), and Killa done fucked her (Fucked her)

In love with the chick, the slut was a fish (Fish)

Threw her bait, reeled her in, and gutted the bitch (Gutted her)

And now she up in Poughkeeps', dick (Keeps'), huggin' the strip, slick

Fifth tucked in her hip (Hip), she will mug you for kicks (Jordans)

And word to mother, I'm rich (Rich), hit your mother with bricks (Uh-huh)

Coke or ones you build buildings with, concussion the bitch

[Verse 5: Twista]

Come and build with the baller who's the nicest and causin' the crisis

Got the ammo and agility to sage, rewind means growin' before, and this livin' and pausin' is lifeless

I can spit a flow so moving, nigga represent the call of the righteous

Or gangbang to the rhythm when I spit it, I'ma kill 'em with the technical precision that'll be fuckin' up all the devices

Get sick with it like I'm lit off the wet

If it's beef, get the shit off your chest

Don't take off your vest

Harlem niggas make you grip off the set

And always get the prints off the TEC

Straight off the deck

Mobbin' up and makin' niggas duck

You don't want us to open up the trunk

Guns, nigga, we get 'em and bust

Murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline rush

[Chorus: Twista & Yung Buk]

That's your adrenaline rush

Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump

To make his opposition chest kick up and jump

When you lit up the gun

To make your body get up and hum

That's your adrenaline rush

Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump

To make the trigger pick up and dump

So turn the bass kick up and bump

And let the rhythm hit off the trunk

That's your adrenaline rush

Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump

To make his opposition chest kick up and jump

When you lit up the gun

To make your body get up and hum

That's your adrenaline rush

Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump

To make the trigger pick up and dump

So turn the bass kick up the bump

And let the rhythm hit off the trunk

That's your adrenaline rush

[Outro: Cam'ron]

Every chicken, that where you at?

That's just some bitch, don't be ridiculous, you can't listen to the beauty shops, let's argue where she at

If that was the case, I'd've been fuckin' killed you a long time ago if I listened to everything people say

Man, fuck that, that bitch too hostile

I'm goin' to get some ass