2000, no mothafuckin' mercy for the new It's Victory or Death, I'm tha in this bitch Mothafuckaz talkin' styles and shit And who bit what and who made what, nigga fuck 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 like I'm one of Gods prophets Gotta put it down for ballaz and you don't think
That I'll rock it that nigga 'Cause a lamb I was sacrificed For this murder religion imprisoned by my hunger to succeed By the I be driven
No shakin', no shiverin', get shit to bleed street literature, shall I spit tha creed Now who them mothafuckaz talkin' 'bout Go get me the pump-out of my trunk-I'm buss
better run punk Fuck where you got style from I be the one the track and I'm murderin' I'm in the middle of killin' 'em off when the dump
With a young pump two to the brain don't even me You're fuckin' every party, you wont 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 bruise your soul Talkin' that shit to me, trigger vicious
Get to rippin' my clothes and start snappin' I'm Sniffin' shit up the nose, and convulsions Till I'm no surrendering start shootin' and Knockin' mothafuckaz out Benalyn
Reminiscin' on that adrenaline, oh, now you Overdose 'em on poisonous from the west to the wild y'all Gangbagin' like Gotti, tha party up shockin' your body doin' it Kami Kaze style y'all
'Cause it's victory or death nigga, 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
'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 I've got family to feed it's
I rather die before I can't prosper I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', it's meant to be, It's victory or death I gotta till I'm gone
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 hustle till I'm gone
To all the folks and the The bloods and the crips and every ward let's You gotta go for you know If it's get low
you get to the calico let it flow Make these know in the door Make a mothafucka for what you need the families gotta eat in the last days it's hatred and greed
Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, field marshals, elites and the we better take heed 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 better be on the Don't be one of the blind stay alert And put in work 'cause time is up Twistas, hurricanes, and erupt
So we can't stop the 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 of hell But hile I'm I'm straight legit ballin' until I die Let's better these years, feel the sweat and the tears Organize, I'll sit back and smoke a Philly
Never scared of my peers, I only got fears And I'm known to put it for my city nigga And when we get of this indo and chronic lock up ya doors and tha window
Better go and call up kinfolks the riders that's down with this mob Will when the wind blow Don't know you info
We terror in this apocalyptic era Of we headin' in And the only way we can survive is if we hard And strive to be instead of men
'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
it's 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
I would rather die before I prosper I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', it's meant to be, It's victory or death I gotta hustle I'm gone
I would rather die I can't prosper I'm a mobsta Won't stop ballin', it's meant to be, It's victory or death I gotta hustle till I'm