Victory or death

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