2000, no mothafuckin' for the new millennium Victory or Death, I'm tha Twista in this bitch Mothafuckaz talkin' 'bout and shit And who bit what and who made what, fuck all y'all styles I'm finna set this shit off like this
Chi murderous Mob Gothic Hard knock it give me tha mothafuckin' ammunition I'll it like I'm one of Gods prophets Gotta put it down for ballaz and you don't think
That rock it annihilate that nigga 'Cause a lamb I was sacrificed For this verbal murder imprisoned by my hunger to succeed By the heart I be
No shakin', no shiverin', get your to bleed Reciting street literature, shall I tha creed Now who them talkin' 'bout bitin' Go get me the pump-out of my trunk-I'm finna
Y'all better run Fuck where you got your 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 don't even harm me You're fuckin' every party, you wont startle You're the harder crew of lyrical Turnin' like you to microscopic particles
To hype, to stop it the on cruise control Ride out on these Ain't takin' no titles I instantly your soul Talkin' that shit to me, trigger vicious
Get to rippin' my clothes and snappin' like I'm shit 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 wild Gangbagin' like Gotti, tha party Straight up shockin' your body doin' it Kami style y'all
'Cause 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 bleed 'cause I've got family to feed
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 bleed 'cause I've got to feed it's
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 hustle till I'm gone
I would rather die before I can't I'm a mobsta stop ballin', because it's meant to be, It's victory or death I gotta hustle till I'm
To all the and the lords The bloods and the and every ward let's roll You gotta go for you know If retaliation get low
When you get to the calico let it these niggaz know in the door Make a mothafucka bleed for what you '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 we better take heed and realize Signs of the times, by yo nine 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 blind gotta stay And put in work time is almost up Twistas, hurricanes, and erupt
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 torturous of hell But hile I'm 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 smoke a Philly
Never scared of my peers, I got federal fears And I'm known to put it down for my nigga And we get full of this indo Hydroponics and lock up ya doors and tha window
go and call up your kinfolks 'Cause the riders that's with this mob murder when the wind blow Don't what you info
We bring terror in this era Of we headin' in And the only way we can is if we come hard And strive to be gods of men
it's 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
'Cause 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 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 stop ballin', it's meant to be, victory or death I gotta hustle till I'm gone
I would rather die before I can't I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', because meant to be, It's victory or death I hustle till I'm gone