Adrenaline

Lyrics

[Intro: Prodigy] Bring it to these niggas, son... Yeah... it's that war shit It's that war shit... Comin' through, comin' through, like what... And–you know what, dunn? [Verse 1: Prodigy] It makes you sick to hear the Mobb bang like this Infamous for the world to hate or play this Don't give a fuck if you can't rock with this My dunns' heads bop to this We stand out like a terrace And make more noise than them other rap niggas No gimmicks, just pure adrenaline Raw lyrics, incredible beats – don't mean to rub it in But you're small time beneath our feets Straight ass cheeks; niggas be askin' for ass whippings Guns kick like Pelé, my big shit be jumping like Jordan Often–lay a man down on the floor when It gets like that; I'm not blowing off rounds, so you can hear sounds So you can run back, actin' like you a vet And swearin' you're dead, you survived some real shit Now what's this? It's not going down like this Ground that nigga like punishment Dumpin' out whole clips when we dumb out Though I'd rather do music and chill the fuck out Dunn, you bugged out, I'm trying to walk a peaceful route But niggas always got mouth until that piece come out Niggas always gon' think something sweet 'Til when they least expect–you bringin' action, exactly [Chorus: Prodigy] It be the guns, money, pussy, cars Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls Killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases Stress, the D's, NYC I said – guns, money, pussy, cars Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls Killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases Stress, the D's, NYC [Verse 2: Havoc] Feel the gat blow right at ya wrist My shit'll hit while you leggin' niggas, hopin' you could lower the risk That'll only put odds against any attempt Any revolt, uprise–you ain't got it in you First of all, you too soft for fastball Point game crack, y'all merk like a Jaguar NASCAR The beat out, buck 80 on yo' sonar Hennessy spillin' all over my radar Stay charged, niggas gettin' amped off of Mobb shit Have you wildin' out on some club shit Shit to make 'em dance At the same time, stop and glance Slap flames out the nigga with the wrong idea Young niggas, young minds, but that's quite contraire Young niggas, smart niggas–who started from the stairs How dare – you try to come around the way And fit like a nigga that been there for years Shout words that we live, but don't play with it 'Cause when the shit go down, you'd be like "They did it" [Chorus: Prodigy] It be the guns, money, pussy, cars Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls Killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases Stress, the D's, NYC I said – guns, money, pussy, cars Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls Killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases Stress, the D's, NYC [Verse 3: Prodigy] Taste test this – military shit, bitches love this They mans wanna dub this Thugness, it ain't easy to find Shit like mine, I'm a rare species You're a dime a gross – that's a dozen heats for lease Keep silence the most Regulate with the rest of my establishment Blast out the pockets of coats Make the cops bolt I'll back down your whole background, yo Irons, a permanent press, your clothes soakin' You feel the shots, pain, every heartbeat throbbin' Don't get excited, you'll only make it worse fighting Spent most of my nights graveyard shiftin' Make burial rounds, be that man Grim Reaper With all pleasure, lift his feet up Pick your heat up – let's do it like the crematory Make it hot, make the temperature rise like mercury [Verse 4: Havoc] When I feel like gettin' bent (Yo, don't fuck with it, dunn) I'ma drink away the pain until the brain get numb Can't take all my dogs gettin' lost in the fog Never to return, I guess they heard God's call And naythin' don't surprise me now Prepared for the worst, and never believed in silver lined clouds Scrutinize crowds, my surroundings Get suspect, we start four-poundin' Shit – picture me up in the mix With the next man's brokeness on my dick A good man to plenty, but an enemy of his click I just be another problem that he fittin' to fix But I–can't have that Pull out, I try to grab that Caught one, niggas like "Where Hav' at?" [Chorus: Prodigy] Yo – guns, money, pussy, cars Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls Killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases Stress, the D's, NYC I said – guns, money, pussy, cars Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls Killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases Stress, the D's, NYC I said – guns, money, pussy, cars Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls Killings, boroughs, buildings, diseases Stress, the D's, NYC [Outro: Prodigy] Tonight we gon' end this party early, so let's get it right...