2000, no mercy for the new millennium It's Victory or Death, I'm tha Twista in this Mothafuckaz talkin' 'bout styles and And who bit and who made what, nigga fuck all y'all styles I'm finna set this shit off like here
Chi murderous Mob Gothic Hard knock it give me tha mothafuckin' I'll cock it Respected like I'm one of Gods Gotta put it down for legit ballaz and you think
That I'll rock it annihilate that 'Cause like a lamb I was For this verbal murder 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 talkin' 'bout Go get me the pump-out of my trunk-I'm finna
better run punk Fuck you got your style from I be the one the track and I'm murderin' I'm in the middle of killin' 'em off when the dump
a young pump two to the brain don't even harm me You're fuckin' every party, you wont even the harder crew of lyrical giants Turnin' mothafuckaz like you to microscopic
To hype, to it the modules on cruise control out on these niggas-bitches-ho's Ain't takin' no titles I instantly bruise soul Talkin' that shit to me, trigger flows
Get to rippin' my clothes and start like I'm Sniffin' shit up the nose, and catchin' Till I'm trembling no surrendering shootin' and mothafuckaz out like Benalyn
Reminiscin' on that adrenaline, oh, now you Overdose 'em on poisonous poetry the west to the wild y'all like Gotti, rockin' tha party Straight up shockin' body doin' it Kami Kaze style y'all
'Cause 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 I've got family to feed it's
'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 I've got family to feed it's
I rather die before I can't prosper I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', because meant to be, It's victory or death I gotta till I'm gone
I would rather die I can't prosper I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', because meant to be, victory or death I gotta hustle till I'm gone
To all the folks and the The bloods and the crips and every let's roll You gotta go for you know If it's get low
When you get to the let it flow Make these niggaz know in the Make a bleed for what you need 'Cause the families gotta eat in the last days it's hatred and
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 out for tha haters and write yo' rhymes
But the industry is set up to you so you better be on the grind Don't be one of the blind stay alert And put in work time is almost up Twistas, hurricanes, and volcanoes
So we stop the struggle I'm killin' my enemy, 'em off and not givin' a fuck And I pray to the Lord my to keep i go to the sky
Thank you from savin' me form a torturous of hell But hile I'm here I'm legit ballin' until I die Let's better these years, feel the blood sweat and the 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 full of indo Hydroponics and chronic lock up ya and tha window
Better go and call up your 'Cause the riders that's down this mob Will murder the wind blow Don't know what you
We bring terror in this era Of we headin' in And the only way we can survive is if we hard And strive to be gods of men
'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 bleed 'cause got family to feed it's
'Cause it's victory or death nigga, better out the way my adrenaline pumpin' or you can get a (Click-clock-blast) Die die Ain't no makin' me bleed I've got family to feed it's
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 gotta hustle till I'm
I would die before I can't prosper I'm a mobsta Won't ballin', because it's meant to be, It's or death I gotta hustle till I'm gone