2000, no mercy for the new millennium It's Victory or Death, I'm tha Twista in bitch talkin' 'bout styles and shit And who bit and who made what, nigga fuck all y'all styles I'm finna set this shit off like here
Chi towns Mob Gothic Hard knock it me tha mothafuckin' ammunition I'll cock it like I'm one of Gods prophets Gotta put it for legit ballaz and you don't think
That I'll rock it annihilate that like a lamb I was sacrificed For this verbal murder religion imprisoned by my hunger to By the heart I be
No shakin', no shiverin', get your shit to Reciting street literature, I spit tha creed Now who them mothafuckaz talkin' 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 when the dump
a young pump two to the brain don't even harm me You're fuckin' party, you wont even startle You're the harder crew of giants mothafuckaz like you to microscopic particles
To hype, to stop it the on cruise control Ride out on these Ain't no titles I instantly bruise your soul that 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 no surrendering start 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' your body doin' it Kami Kaze style
'Cause it's victory or death nigga, stay out the way my adrenaline pumpin' 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 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 I've got family to feed it's
I would rather die before I prosper I'm a mobsta stop ballin', because it's meant to be, It's or death I gotta hustle till I'm gone
I would rather die I can't 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
To all the folks and the The bloods and the crips and ward let's roll You gotta go for you know If retaliation get low
you get to the calico let it flow Make these niggaz know in the Make a mothafucka 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, and the chief Soldiers we take heed and realize Signs of the times, stand by yo Watch out for tha haters and write yo'
But the industry is set up to you so you better be on the grind Don't be one of the gotta stay alert And put in work 'cause is almost up Twistas, hurricanes, and volcanoes
So we stop the struggle 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 life of hell But I'm here I'm straight legit ballin' until I die Let's better these years, the blood sweat and the tears Organize, I'll sit back and a Philly witcha
Never scared of my peers, I only got federal And I'm known to put it for my city nigga And when we get of this indo Hydroponics and chronic lock up ya and tha window
Better go and call up kinfolks 'Cause the riders that's with this mob Will when the wind blow know what you info
We bring in this apocalyptic era Of Armageddon we in And the only way we can survive is if we hard And to be gods instead of men
'Cause it's 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 me bleed 'cause I've got family to feed it's
I would rather die before I can't I'm a mobsta Won't ballin', because it's meant to be, It's victory or death I gotta hustle I'm gone
I would 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 hustle till I'm