2000, no mothafuckin' mercy for the new 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 fuck all styles I'm finna set this shit off like here
Chi towns murderous Mob knock 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 don't
That I'll rock it that nigga like a lamb I was sacrificed For this verbal religion imprisoned by my hunger to succeed By the heart I be
No shakin', no shiverin', get your shit to Reciting street literature, shall I tha creed Now who them talkin' 'bout bitin' Go get me the pump-out of my trunk-I'm buss
Y'all better run Fuck where you got style from I be the one Rippin' the and I'm murderin' I'm in the middle of killin' 'em off the guns 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' mothafuckaz you to microscopic particles
To hype, to it the modules on cruise control Ride out on niggas-bitches-ho's Ain't takin' no titles I instantly bruise soul Talkin' that shit to me, trigger vicious
Get to rippin' my clothes and start like I'm Sniffin' shit up the nose, and convulsions Till I'm trembling no surrendering start and mothafuckaz out like Benalyn
Reminiscin' on adrenaline, oh, now you rememberin' Overdose 'em on poisonous poetry from the west to the wild Gangbagin' Gotti, rockin' tha party Straight up shockin' your body doin' it Kami Kaze 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 I've got to feed it's
'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 'cause I've got 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 death I gotta hustle I'm gone
I would die before I can't prosper I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', because it's to be, It's victory or death I hustle till I'm gone
To all the and the lords The bloods and the and every ward let's roll You go for what you know If retaliation get low
When you get to the 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 it's hatred and
Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, marshals, elites and the chief Soldiers we better heed and realize Signs of the times, stand by yo Watch out for tha and write yo' rhymes
But the industry is set up to fuck you so you better be on the be one of the blind gotta stay alert And put in work 'cause is almost up Twistas, hurricanes, and volcanoes
So we can't 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 hile I'm here I'm straight legit until I die Let's better 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 nigga And when we get of this indo Hydroponics and lock up ya doors and tha window
Better go and call up kinfolks 'Cause the riders that's down this mob Will murder when the wind 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 instead of men
it's 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 'cause I've got family to feed it's
'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 'cause I've got to feed it's
I would rather die I can't prosper I'm a mobsta stop ballin', because it's meant to be, It's victory or death I gotta hustle till I'm
I would rather die I can't prosper I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', because meant to be, It's victory or I gotta hustle till I'm gone