2000
  No mothafuckin mercy for tha new millennium
  It's Victory or Death
  I'm tha Twista in this bitch
  Mothafuckaz talkin 'bout styles and shit
  And who bit what and who made what
  Nigga fuck all y'all styles
  I'm finna set this shit off like this here
    Chitowns murderous mob gothic
  Hard knock it give me tha mothafuckin ammunition I'll cock it
  Respected like i'm one of Gods prophets
  Gotta put it down for legit ballaz and you don't think
  That i'll rock it annihilate that nigga
  'Cuz like a lamb I was sacrificed for this verbal murder religion
  Imprisioned by my hunger to succeed
  By the heart I be driven
  No shakin, no shiverin, get your shit to bleed
  Reciting street literature, shall i spit tha creed
  Now who them mothafuckaz talkin 'bout bitin
  Go get me the pump-out of my trunk-I'm finna buss
  Y'all better run punk
  Fuck where you got your style from I be the one
  Rippin the track and I'm murderin
  I'm in the middle of killin 'em off when the guns dump
  With a young pump two to the brain don't even harm me
  You fuckin every party, you wont even startle
  You' the harder crew of lyrical giants
  Turnin mothafuckaz like u to microscopic particles
  To hype, to stop it the modules on cruise control
  Ride out on these niggas-bitches-ho's
  Ain't takin no titles I instantly bruise your soul
  Talkin that shit to me- trigger vicious flows
  Get to rippin my clothes and start snappin like I'm
  Sniffin shit up the nose, and catchin convulsions
  Till i'm trembling no surrendering start shootin and
  Knockin mothafuckaz out like Benalyn
  Reminiscin' on that adrenaline
  Oh, now you rememberin
  Overdose 'em on poisonous poetry from the west to the wild y'all
  Gangbagin like Gotti, rockin tha party
  Straight up shockin your body doin it Kami Kaze style y'all
    [Hook 1:]
  Cause it's Victory or Death nigga, better stay out the way
  When my adrenaline pumpin or you can get a..(click-clock-blast)
  Die mothafucka die!
  Ain't no makin me bleed cause i've got family to feed
  It's [repeat]
    [Hook 2:]
  I would rather die before i cant prosper I'm a mobsta
  Won't stop ballin, because it's meant to be,
  It's Victory or Death I gotta hustle till i'm gone
  [repeat]
    To all the folks and the lords.
  The bloods and the crips and every ward lets roll
  You gotta go- for what you know
  If it's retaliation get low
  When you get to the calico let it flow
  Make these niggaz know in the door
  Make a mothafucka bleed for what you need
  Cuz the familys gotta eat in the last days it's hatred and greed
  Luv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, Field marshals, elites and the chief
  Soldiers we better take heed and realize
  Signs of the times, stand by yo 9,
  Watch out for tha haters and write yo' rhymes
  But the industry is set up to fuck u so u better be on the grind
  Don't be one of the blind gotta stay alert
  And put in work cuz time is almost up
  Twistas, Hurricanes, and Volcanoes erupt
  So we can't stop the struggle,
  I'm killin my enemy, breakin 'em off and not givin a fuck.
  And I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
  When i go to the sky
  Thank you from savin me form a torturous life of hell,
  But hile I'm here I'm straight legit ballin until I die
  Lets better these years, feel the blood sweat and the tears
  Organize, I'll sit back and smoke a Philly witcha
  Never scared of my peers, I only got federal fears
  And I'm known to put it down for my city nigga
  And when we get full of this indo
  Hydroponics and Chronic lock up ya doors and tha window
  Better go and call up your kinfolks
  Cause the riders that's down with this mob
  Will murder when the wind blow
  Don't know what you info
  We bring terror in this Apocalyptic era of Armageddon we headin in
  And the only way we can survive is if we come hard
  And strive to be gods instead of men!
    [hooks 1&2]