2000, no mothafuckin' mercy for the new Victory or Death, I'm tha Twista in this bitch Mothafuckaz 'bout styles and shit And who bit and who made what, nigga fuck all y'all styles I'm finna set shit off like this here
Chi towns murderous Mob Hard knock it me tha mothafuckin' ammunition I'll cock it Respected like I'm one of prophets 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 hunger to By the heart I be
No shakin', no shiverin', get your shit to Reciting literature, shall I spit tha creed Now who mothafuckaz talkin' 'bout bitin' Go get me the pump-out of my trunk-I'm buss
Y'all better run Fuck you got your style from I be the one Rippin' the and I'm murderin' I'm in the of killin' 'em off when the guns dump
With a young pump two to the brain don't harm me You're fuckin' every party, you wont even You're the harder crew of lyrical Turnin' mothafuckaz like you to microscopic
To hype, to stop it the on cruise control Ride out on these Ain't takin' no titles I instantly bruise soul Talkin' that to me, trigger vicious flows
Get to rippin' my clothes and snappin' like I'm Sniffin' shit up the nose, and catchin' Till I'm trembling no surrendering start and Knockin' mothafuckaz out like
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 doin' it 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 I've got family to feed it's
'Cause it's victory or death nigga, 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 family to it's
I would rather die before I can't prosper I'm a 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 prosper I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', because meant to be, It's victory or death I hustle till I'm gone
To all the and the lords The bloods and the crips and ward let's roll You go for what you know If it's get low
you get to the calico let it flow Make these niggaz in the door Make a mothafucka bleed for what you '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 take and realize Signs of the times, by yo nine Watch out for tha and write yo' rhymes
But the industry is set up to fuck you so you be on the grind Don't be one of the blind gotta stay And put in work 'cause is almost up Twistas, hurricanes, and erupt
So we stop the struggle I'm killin' my enemy, '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 life 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 back and smoke a witcha
Never scared of my peers, I got federal fears And I'm known to put it for my city nigga And when we get full of indo Hydroponics and chronic lock up ya doors and tha
go and call up your kinfolks 'Cause the that's down with this mob murder when the wind blow Don't know what you
We bring in this apocalyptic era Of Armageddon we in And the only way we can survive is if we come And to be gods 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 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 makin' me bleed 'cause I've got 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 victory or death I gotta till I'm gone
I would rather die before I can't prosper I'm a stop ballin', because it's meant to be, It's victory or death I gotta hustle till I'm