2000, no mothafuckin' for the new millennium It's Victory or Death, I'm tha Twista in this Mothafuckaz talkin' styles and shit And who bit what and who made what, fuck all y'all styles I'm finna set this shit off this here
Chi towns Mob Gothic Hard knock it give me tha ammunition I'll cock it Respected like I'm one of Gods Gotta put it down for legit ballaz and you don't
That rock it annihilate that nigga 'Cause like a I was sacrificed For this verbal murder religion imprisoned by my to succeed By the I be driven
No shakin', no shiverin', get your shit to street literature, shall I spit tha creed Now who them mothafuckaz talkin' bitin' Go get me the pump-out of my trunk-I'm finna
Y'all better run 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 the guns dump
With a young pump two to the brain don't harm me You're every party, you wont even startle You're the harder crew of lyrical Turnin' mothafuckaz like you to particles
To hype, to stop it the modules on cruise Ride out on these Ain't takin' no titles I instantly bruise your Talkin' shit to me, trigger vicious flows
Get to rippin' my and start snappin' like I'm Sniffin' shit up the nose, and catchin' Till I'm trembling no surrendering start and Knockin' mothafuckaz out like
on that adrenaline, oh, now you rememberin' 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 it's victory or death nigga, better 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 it's victory or death nigga, 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 ballin', because it's meant to be, It's victory or death I hustle till 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 or death I gotta hustle till I'm gone
To all the folks and the The and the crips and every ward let's 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 'Cause the families eat in the last days it's hatred and greed
Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, field marshals, and the chief Soldiers we take heed and realize of the times, stand by yo nine Watch out for tha haters and yo' rhymes
But the industry is set up to fuck you so you better be on the Don't be one of the blind gotta stay And put in 'cause time is almost up Twistas, hurricanes, and volcanoes
So we can't the struggle I'm killin' my enemy, breakin' 'em off and not a fuck And I to the Lord 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 ballin' until I die Let's better these years, feel the blood sweat and the Organize, I'll sit back and a Philly witcha
scared of my peers, I only got federal fears And I'm known to put it down for my nigga And when we get full of indo Hydroponics and chronic up ya doors and tha window
Better go and call up kinfolks 'Cause the riders that's down with mob murder when the wind blow 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 come And strive to be instead of men
'Cause it's 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 got family to feed it's
I would die before I can't prosper I'm a mobsta stop ballin', because it's meant to be, It's victory or death I hustle till 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 I gotta hustle till I'm gone