Twista - Victory Or Death Lyrics
2000No motha*****in mercy for tha new millenniumIt's Victory or DeathI'm tha Twista in this *****Motha*****az talkin 'bout styles and shitAnd who bit what and who made whatNigga ***** all y'all stylesI'm finna set this shit off like this hereChitowns murderous mob gothicHard knock it give me tha motha*****in ammunition I'll ***** itRespected like i'm one of Gods prophetsGotta put it down for legit ballaz and you don't thinkThat i'll rock it annihilate that nigga'Cuz like a lamb I was sacrificed for this verbal murder religionImprisioned by my hunger to succeedBy the heart I be drivenNo shakin, no shiverin, get your shit to bleedReciting street literature, shall i spit tha creedNow who them motha*****az talkin 'bout bitinGo get me the pump-out of my trunk-I'm finna bussY'all better run punk***** where you got your style from I be the oneRippin the track and I'm murderinI'm in the middle of killin 'em off when the guns dumpWith a young pump two to the brain don't even harm meYou *****in every party, you wont even startleYou' the harder crew of lyrical giantsTurnin motha*****az like u to microscopic particlesTo hype, to stop it the modules on cruise controlRide out on these niggas-*****es-ho'sAin't takin no titles I instantly bruise your soulTalkin that shit to me- trigger vicious flowsGet to rippin my clothes and start snappin like I'mSniffin shit up the nose, and catchin convulsionsTill i'm trembling no surrendering start shootin andKnockin motha*****az out like BenalynReminiscin' on that adrenalineOh, now you rememberinOverdose 'em on poisonous poetry from the west to the wild y'allGangbagin like Gotti, rockin tha partyStraight up shockin your body doin it Kami Kaze style y'allHook 1:Cause it's Victory or Death nigga, better stay out the wayWhen my adrenaline pumpin or you can get a..(click-clock-blast)Die motha*****a die!Ain't no makin me bleed cause i've got family to feedIt's (repeat)Hook 2:I would rather die before i cant prosper I'm a mobstaWon'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 rollYou gotta go- for what you knowIf it's retaliation get lowWhen you get to the calico let it flowMake these niggaz know in the doorMake a motha*****a bleed for what you needCuz the familys gotta eat in the last days it's hatred and greedLuv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, Field marshals, elites and the chiefSoldiers we better take heed and realizeSigns of the times, stand by yo 9,Watch out for tha haters and write yo' rhymesBut the industry is set up to ***** u so u better be on the grindDon't be one of the blind gotta stay alertAnd put in work cuz time is almost upTwistas, Hurricanes, and Volcanoes eruptSo we can't stop the struggle,I'm killin my enemy, breakin 'em off and not givin a *****.And I pray to the Lord my soul to keepWhen i go to the skyThank you from savin me form a torturous life of hell,But hile I'm here I'm straight legit ballin until I dieLets better these years, feel the blood sweat and the tearsOrganize, I'll sit back and smoke a Philly witchaNever scared of my peers, I only got federal fearsAnd I'm known to put it down for my city niggaAnd when we get full of this indoHydroponics and Chronic lock up ya doors and tha windowBetter go and call up your kinfolksCause the riders that's down with this mobWill murder when the wind blowDon't know what you infoWe bring terror in this Apocalyptic era of Armageddon we headin inAnd the only way we can survive is if we come hardAnd strive to be gods instead of men!hooks 1&2
