2000, no mercy for the new millennium It's Victory or Death, I'm tha in this bitch Mothafuckaz talkin' 'bout and shit And who bit what and who made what, nigga fuck all styles I'm finna set this shit off like here
Chi murderous Mob Gothic Hard knock it give me tha ammunition I'll cock it Respected I'm one of Gods prophets Gotta put it down for legit ballaz and you don't
That I'll it annihilate that nigga 'Cause like a lamb I was For this murder religion imprisoned by my hunger to succeed By the heart I be
No shakin', no shiverin', get shit to bleed Reciting literature, shall I spit tha creed Now who them mothafuckaz 'bout bitin' Go get me the pump-out of my trunk-I'm buss
Y'all better run where you got your style from I be the one Rippin' the and I'm murderin' I'm in the middle of killin' 'em off the guns dump
With a young pump two to the brain don't harm me You're fuckin' party, you wont even startle You're the crew of lyrical giants Turnin' mothafuckaz like you to particles
To hype, to stop it the modules on control Ride out on niggas-bitches-ho's Ain't takin' no titles I bruise your soul Talkin' shit to me, trigger vicious flows
Get to my clothes and start snappin' like I'm Sniffin' shit up the nose, and catchin' Till I'm trembling no surrendering shootin' and Knockin' out like Benalyn
Reminiscin' on adrenaline, oh, now you rememberin' Overdose 'em on poetry from the west to the wild y'all Gangbagin' Gotti, rockin' tha party Straight up shockin' your body doin' it Kami Kaze y'all
'Cause it's or death nigga, better stay out the way my adrenaline pumpin' or you can get a (Click-clock-blast) Die die Ain't no makin' me bleed 'cause I've got to feed it's
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 it's
I would rather die before I can't prosper I'm a Won't stop ballin', because it's to be, It's victory or death I hustle till I'm gone
I would rather die before I can't I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', because it's 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 ward let's roll You gotta go for what you If retaliation get low
When you get to the calico let it Make niggaz know in the door a mothafucka bleed for what you need 'Cause the families gotta eat in the last days it's and greed
Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, field marshals, and the chief Soldiers we take heed and realize Signs of the times, by yo nine Watch out for tha and write yo' rhymes
But the industry is set up to fuck you so you be on the grind Don't be one of the blind gotta stay And put in work time is almost up Twistas, hurricanes, and erupt
So we can't stop the I'm my enemy, breakin' 'em off and not givin' a fuck And I to the Lord my soul to keep i go to the sky
Thank you from savin' me a torturous life of hell But hile I'm here I'm legit ballin' until I die Let's better these years, feel the sweat and the tears Organize, I'll sit back and smoke a Philly
Never of my peers, I only got federal fears And I'm known to put it down for my city And when we get full of this Hydroponics and chronic lock up ya doors and tha
Better go and up your kinfolks 'Cause the riders that's with this mob Will murder the wind blow know what you info
We bring in this apocalyptic era Of we headin' in And the only way we can survive is if we hard And strive to be gods of men
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
'Cause it's victory or death nigga, stay out the way my adrenaline pumpin' 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 rather die before I can't prosper I'm a Won't stop ballin', because it's to be, It's victory or I gotta hustle till I'm gone
I would rather die before I prosper I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', because it's to be, It's victory or death I gotta hustle I'm gone