Слушать бесплатно 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 [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]