2000, no mercy for the new millennium Victory or Death, I'm tha Twista in this bitch Mothafuckaz talkin' 'bout and shit And who bit what and who made what, fuck all y'all styles I'm finna set this shit off like this
Chi towns Mob Gothic Hard knock it give me tha mothafuckin' ammunition cock it Respected I'm one of Gods prophets Gotta put it down for legit and you don't think
That I'll it annihilate that nigga 'Cause like a lamb I was For verbal murder religion imprisoned by my hunger to succeed By the heart I be
No shakin', no shiverin', get your shit to Reciting street literature, shall I tha creed Now who them mothafuckaz talkin' bitin' Go get me the pump-out of my 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 'em off when the guns dump
a young pump two to the brain don't even harm me You're fuckin' every party, you wont even You're the harder of lyrical giants Turnin' mothafuckaz like you to microscopic
To hype, to stop it the modules on control Ride out on these Ain't takin' no titles I instantly bruise your that shit to me, trigger vicious flows
Get to my clothes and start snappin' like I'm shit up the nose, and catchin' convulsions Till I'm trembling no start shootin' and Knockin' mothafuckaz out Benalyn
on that adrenaline, oh, now you rememberin' Overdose 'em on poisonous poetry the west to the wild y'all Gangbagin' like Gotti, rockin' tha Straight up shockin' your body doin' it Kami Kaze style
'Cause victory or death nigga, better stay out the way When my adrenaline or you can get a (Click-clock-blast) Die die no makin' me bleed 'cause I've got family to feed it's
'Cause it's victory or death nigga, stay out the way When my adrenaline or you can get a (Click-clock-blast) Die die Ain't no makin' me 'cause I've got family to feed it's
I would die before I can't prosper I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', because 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 Won't ballin', because it's meant to be, It's or death I gotta hustle till I'm gone
To all the folks and the The bloods and the crips and every ward let's You gotta go for you know If it's get low
When you get to the let it flow Make these niggaz in the door Make a mothafucka bleed for 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 and realize Signs of the times, by yo nine Watch out for tha haters and write yo'
But the is set up to fuck you so you better be on the grind be one of the blind gotta stay alert And put in 'cause time is almost up Twistas, hurricanes, and erupt
So we can't the struggle I'm killin' my enemy, 'em off and not givin' a fuck And I pray to the Lord my soul to i go to the sky
Thank you savin' me form a torturous life of hell But hile I'm here I'm legit ballin' until I die Let's better these years, feel the blood and the tears Organize, I'll sit back and smoke a Philly
Never scared of my peers, I only got federal And I'm known to put it down for my nigga And we get full of this indo Hydroponics and lock up ya doors and tha window
Better go and call up kinfolks the riders that's down with this mob Will murder when the blow know what you info
We terror in this apocalyptic era Of Armageddon we in And the only way we can survive is if we come And strive to be instead of men
'Cause it's victory or death nigga, stay 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 pumpin' 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 before I can't prosper I'm a Won't stop ballin', because meant to be, It's victory or death I gotta till I'm gone
I would rather die before I can't prosper I'm a Won't stop ballin', because meant to be, It's victory or death I gotta hustle I'm gone