2000, no mothafuckin' for the new millennium It's Victory or Death, I'm tha in this bitch talkin' 'bout 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' ammunition I'll it Respected like I'm one of Gods Gotta put it down for legit ballaz and you don't
That I'll rock it that nigga 'Cause like a I was sacrificed For this verbal murder religion imprisoned by my to succeed By the heart I be
No shakin', no shiverin', get shit to bleed Reciting literature, shall I spit tha creed Now who mothafuckaz talkin' 'bout bitin' Go get me the pump-out of my trunk-I'm finna
Y'all better run Fuck you got your style from I be the one Rippin' the track and I'm I'm in the middle of 'em off when the guns dump
With a young two to the brain don't even harm me fuckin' every party, you wont even startle You're the harder crew of giants Turnin' mothafuckaz you to microscopic particles
To hype, to stop it the modules on cruise Ride out on these takin' no titles I instantly bruise your soul Talkin' that to me, trigger vicious flows
Get to rippin' my and start snappin' like I'm shit up the nose, and catchin' convulsions Till I'm trembling no surrendering start and Knockin' out like Benalyn
Reminiscin' on that adrenaline, oh, now you Overdose 'em on poisonous poetry from the west to the y'all Gangbagin' like Gotti, tha party Straight up shockin' your body it Kami Kaze style y'all
'Cause 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 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 me bleed 'cause I've got family to feed it's
I would die before I can't prosper 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 rather die I can't prosper I'm a mobsta Won't ballin', because it's meant to be, It's victory or death I gotta hustle till I'm
To all the folks and the The bloods and the crips and every ward roll You gotta go for what you If it's 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, marshals, elites and the chief Soldiers we better take 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 gotta alert And put in 'cause time is almost up Twistas, hurricanes, and volcanoes
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 form a torturous of hell But hile I'm here I'm straight ballin' until I die Let's better years, feel the blood sweat and the tears Organize, I'll sit and smoke a Philly witcha
Never of my peers, I only got federal fears And I'm known to put it for my city nigga And when we get of this indo Hydroponics and chronic up ya doors and tha window
go and call up your kinfolks 'Cause the that's down with this mob Will murder when the wind Don't know what you
We bring terror in apocalyptic era Of Armageddon we in And the way we can survive is if we come hard And to be gods instead of men
'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 'cause I've got family to it's
'Cause it's victory or death nigga, 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 feed
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 prosper I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', because it's to be, It's victory or death I gotta hustle till I'm