2000, no mothafuckin' mercy for the new It's Victory or Death, I'm tha in this bitch Mothafuckaz talkin' 'bout styles and And who bit what and who made what, nigga fuck all y'all I'm finna set this shit off like here
Chi towns Mob Gothic Hard it give me tha mothafuckin' ammunition I'll cock it Respected like I'm one of prophets Gotta put it down for legit ballaz and you think
That I'll it annihilate that nigga like a lamb I was sacrificed For this murder religion imprisoned by my hunger to succeed By the I be driven
No shakin', no shiverin', get your shit to street literature, shall I spit tha creed Now who them talkin' 'bout bitin' Go get me the of my trunk-I'm finna buss
better run punk Fuck you got your style from I be the one Rippin' the and I'm murderin' I'm in the middle of killin' 'em off when the guns
With a young pump two to the don't even harm me You're every party, you wont even startle You're the crew of lyrical giants Turnin' mothafuckaz you to microscopic particles
To hype, to stop it the modules on cruise out on these niggas-bitches-ho's Ain't no titles I instantly bruise your soul Talkin' that to me, trigger vicious flows
Get to rippin' my clothes and start like I'm Sniffin' up the nose, and catchin' convulsions Till I'm no surrendering start shootin' and Knockin' mothafuckaz out like
on that adrenaline, oh, now you rememberin' Overdose 'em on poetry from the west to the wild y'all like Gotti, rockin' tha party Straight up shockin' your body it Kami Kaze style y'all
'Cause it's or death nigga, better stay out the way When my pumpin' or you can get a (Click-clock-blast) Die die Ain't no makin' me bleed 'cause got family to feed it's
'Cause it's victory or death nigga, better out the way When my pumpin' or you can get a (Click-clock-blast) Die die Ain't no me bleed 'cause I've got family to feed it's
I would rather die before I prosper I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', it's meant to be, It's victory or death I gotta hustle I'm gone
I would rather die before I prosper I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', it's meant to be, It's victory or death I gotta hustle I'm gone
To all the folks and the The bloods and the crips and ward let's roll You go for what you know If it's get low
When you get to the calico let it Make these niggaz in the door Make a bleed for what you need 'Cause the families gotta eat in the last days hatred and greed
Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, field marshals, elites and the Soldiers we better take heed and of the times, stand by yo nine Watch out for tha and write yo' rhymes
But the industry is set up to fuck you so you better be on the Don't be one of the blind gotta alert And put in work time is almost up Twistas, hurricanes, and erupt
So we can't stop the I'm killin' my enemy, breakin' 'em off and not givin' a And I to the Lord my soul to keep i go to the sky
Thank you from savin' me form a torturous life of But hile I'm here I'm straight legit until I die better these years, feel the blood sweat and the tears Organize, I'll sit and smoke a Philly witcha
scared of my peers, I only got federal fears And I'm to put it down for my city nigga And when we get of this indo and chronic lock up ya doors and tha window
Better go and call up kinfolks the riders that's down with this mob Will murder the wind blow Don't what you info
We bring terror in apocalyptic era Of we headin' in And the way we can survive is if we come hard And strive to be gods of men
'Cause it's victory or death nigga, better out the way When my pumpin' or you can get a (Click-clock-blast) Die die Ain't no makin' me bleed 'cause I've got family to feed
it's victory or death nigga, better stay out the way When my adrenaline or you can get a (Click-clock-blast) Die die Ain't no makin' me bleed 'cause I've got family to feed
I would rather die I can't prosper I'm a mobsta stop ballin', because it's meant to be, It's victory or I gotta hustle till I'm gone
I would rather die before I can't prosper I'm a stop ballin', because it's meant to be, It's victory or death I hustle till I'm gone