2000, no mercy for the new millennium It's Victory or Death, I'm tha Twista in this Mothafuckaz talkin' styles and shit And who bit what and who made what, nigga all y'all styles I'm set this shit off like this here
Chi towns Mob Gothic Hard knock it give me tha mothafuckin' I'll cock it Respected I'm one of Gods prophets put it down for legit ballaz and you don't think
That I'll it annihilate that nigga 'Cause like a I was sacrificed For verbal murder religion imprisoned by my hunger to succeed By the heart I be
No shakin', no shiverin', get your to bleed Reciting street literature, I spit tha creed Now who them mothafuckaz talkin' 'bout Go get me the pump-out of my trunk-I'm finna
Y'all run punk Fuck where you got style from I be the one the track and I'm murderin' I'm in the of killin' 'em off when 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' like you to microscopic particles
To hype, to stop it the modules on control Ride out on these Ain't takin' no titles I instantly bruise your Talkin' that shit to me, vicious flows
Get to rippin' my clothes and snappin' like I'm Sniffin' up the nose, and catchin' convulsions Till I'm trembling no start shootin' and Knockin' mothafuckaz out like
Reminiscin' on adrenaline, oh, now you rememberin' Overdose 'em on poisonous poetry from the west to the y'all Gangbagin' like Gotti, rockin' tha Straight up shockin' your body it Kami Kaze style y'all
'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 got family to feed it's
'Cause victory or death nigga, better stay out the way When my pumpin' or you can get a (Click-clock-blast) Die die no makin' me bleed 'cause I've got family to feed it's
I would rather die before I can't 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 prosper I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', it's meant to be, It's victory or I gotta hustle till I'm gone
To all the folks and the The and the crips and every ward let's roll You gotta go for what you If retaliation get low
When you get to the calico let it Make these niggaz in the door Make a mothafucka for what you need the families gotta eat in the last days it's hatred and greed
Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, field marshals, and the chief Soldiers we better take heed and Signs of the times, by yo nine Watch out for tha haters and yo' rhymes
But the industry is set up to you so you better be on the grind Don't be one of the blind gotta stay And put in work 'cause is almost up Twistas, hurricanes, and erupt
So we can't stop the I'm killin' my enemy, breakin' 'em off and not a fuck And I pray to the Lord my soul to i go to the sky
Thank you from me form a torturous life of hell But hile I'm here I'm straight legit ballin' I die better these years, feel the blood sweat and the tears Organize, I'll sit back and smoke a witcha
Never scared of my peers, I got federal fears And I'm known to put it down for my city And when we get full of indo Hydroponics and chronic up ya doors and tha window
Better go and call up your 'Cause the riders that's down this mob murder when the wind blow Don't what you info
We bring terror in apocalyptic era Of we headin' in And the only way we can is if we come hard And strive to be gods of men
'Cause victory 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
'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 'cause I've got family to feed it's
I rather die before 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 rather die before I can't prosper I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', it's meant to be, It's victory or death I gotta till I'm gone