2000, no mothafuckin' for the new millennium It's Victory or Death, I'm tha Twista in bitch Mothafuckaz talkin' 'bout and shit And who bit what and who made what, nigga all y'all styles I'm finna set this off like this here
Chi towns Mob Gothic 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 annihilate that 'Cause a lamb I was sacrificed For this verbal religion imprisoned by my hunger to succeed By the I be driven
No shakin', no shiverin', get your to bleed Reciting street literature, I spit tha creed Now who them mothafuckaz 'bout bitin' Go get me the pump-out of my finna buss
Y'all run punk Fuck you got your style from I be the one Rippin' the and I'm murderin' I'm in the middle of killin' 'em off when the dump
With a young two to the brain don't even harm me You're every party, you wont even startle You're the harder crew of lyrical mothafuckaz like you to microscopic particles
To hype, to stop it the modules on control out on these niggas-bitches-ho's Ain't takin' no titles I instantly bruise soul that shit to me, trigger vicious flows
Get to rippin' my clothes and start like I'm Sniffin' up the nose, and catchin' convulsions I'm trembling no surrendering start shootin' and Knockin' out like Benalyn
on that 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 Kaze y'all
'Cause it's victory or death nigga, better out the way my adrenaline 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 or death nigga, better stay out the way my adrenaline pumpin' or you can get a (Click-clock-blast) Die die no makin' me bleed 'cause I've got family to feed 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 death I gotta till I'm gone
I would rather die before I can't I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', it's meant to be, It's victory or death I hustle till I'm gone
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 let it flow Make these niggaz know in the 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, elites and the Soldiers we take heed and realize of the times, stand by yo nine Watch out for tha haters and write yo'
But the industry is set up to fuck you so you be on the grind be one of the blind gotta stay alert And put in work 'cause time is up Twistas, hurricanes, and volcanoes
So we can't the struggle I'm my enemy, breakin' 'em off and not givin' a fuck And I pray to the Lord my soul to i go to the sky
Thank you from savin' me form a torturous life of But hile I'm here I'm straight legit ballin' I die better these years, feel the blood sweat and the tears Organize, sit back and smoke a Philly witcha
scared of my peers, I only got federal fears And I'm to put it down for my city nigga And when we get full of this Hydroponics and chronic lock up ya and tha window
Better go and up your kinfolks 'Cause the riders that's down with mob Will when the wind blow Don't know you info
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 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 'cause I've got family to feed it's
'Cause it's victory or death nigga, better 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 rather die before I can't prosper I'm a 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 ballin', because it's meant to be, It's victory or I gotta hustle till I'm gone