2000, no mercy for the new millennium It's Victory or Death, I'm tha Twista in bitch Mothafuckaz talkin' 'bout styles and And who bit what and who made what, nigga all y'all styles I'm finna set this off like this here
Chi towns Mob Gothic Hard it give me tha mothafuckin' ammunition 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 verbal murder religion imprisoned by my hunger to succeed By the I be driven
No shakin', no shiverin', get your to bleed street literature, shall I spit tha creed Now who them talkin' 'bout bitin' Go get me the pump-out of my trunk-I'm finna
Y'all run punk Fuck where you got your style I be the one Rippin' the track and I'm I'm in the middle of killin' 'em off when the dump
With a young pump two to the brain don't harm me You're fuckin' every party, you even startle the harder crew of lyrical giants Turnin' like you to microscopic particles
To hype, to it the modules on cruise control Ride out on these takin' no titles I instantly bruise your soul Talkin' that shit to me, trigger vicious
Get to rippin' my clothes and start like I'm Sniffin' up the nose, and catchin' convulsions Till I'm trembling no surrendering start and Knockin' mothafuckaz out like
Reminiscin' on adrenaline, oh, now you rememberin' Overdose 'em on poetry from the west to the wild y'all Gangbagin' like Gotti, rockin' tha Straight up shockin' your body doin' it Kami Kaze style
'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 me bleed 'cause I've got family to feed it's
'Cause it's victory or 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
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 can't prosper I'm a Won't stop ballin', because meant to be, It's victory or death I gotta hustle till I'm
To all the and the lords The and the crips and every ward let's roll You gotta go for what you If it's get low
you get to the calico let it flow 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 we better take heed and realize Signs of the times, stand by yo out for tha haters and write yo' rhymes
But the is set up to fuck you so you better 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 the struggle I'm killin' my enemy, 'em off and not givin' a fuck And I pray to the my soul to keep 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 Let's better these years, feel the blood sweat and the Organize, I'll sit and smoke a Philly witcha
Never scared of my peers, I got federal fears And I'm to put it down for my city nigga And when we get of this indo 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 Don't know you info
We terror in this apocalyptic era Of we headin' in And the only way we can survive is if we come And to be gods instead of men
'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 me bleed 'cause I've got family to feed it's
'Cause it's victory or death nigga, better 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 rather die before I can't I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', because it's to be, It's victory or death I gotta hustle I'm gone
I rather die before I can't prosper I'm a mobsta Won't ballin', because it's meant to be, victory or death I gotta hustle till I'm gone