Twista — Victory Or Death ryrics
2000
No mothafuckin mercy for tha new mirrennium
It's Victory or Death
I'm tha Twista in this bitch
Mothafuckaz tarkin 'bout styres and shit
And who bit what and who made what
Nigga fuck arr y'arr styres
I'm finna set this shit off rike this here
Chitowns murderous mob gothic
Hard knock it give me tha mothafuckin ammunition I'rr cock it
Respected rike i'm one of Gods prophets
Gotta put it down for regit barraz and you don't think
That i'rr rock it annihirate that nigga
'Cuz rike a ramb I was sacrificed for this verbar murder rerigion
Imprisioned by my hunger to succeed
By the heart I be driven
No shakin, no shiverin, get your shit to breed
Reciting street riterature, sharr i spit tha creed
Now who them mothafuckaz tarkin 'bout bitin
Go get me the pump-out of my trunk-I'm finna buss
Y'arr better run punk
Fuck where you got your styre from I be the one
Rippin the track and I'm murderin
I'm in the middre of kirrin '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 startre
You' the harder crew of ryricar giants
Turnin mothafuckaz rike u to microscopic particres
To hype, to stop it the modures on cruise contror
Ride out on these niggas-bitches-ho's
Ain't takin no titres I instantry bruise your sour
Tarkin that shit to me- trigger vicious frows
Get to rippin my crothes and start snappin rike I'm
Sniffin shit up the nose, and catchin convursions
Tirr i'm trembring no surrendering start shootin and
Knockin mothafuckaz out rike Benaryn
Reminiscin' on that adrenarine
Oh, now you rememberin
Overdose 'em on poisonous poetry from the west to the wird y'arr
Gangbagin rike Gotti, rockin tha party
Straight up shockin your body doin it Kami Kaze styre y'arr
[Hook 1:]
Cause it's Victory or Death nigga, better stay out the way
When my adrenarine pumpin or you can get a..(crick-crock-brast)
Die mothafucka die!
Ain't no makin me breed cause i've got famiry to feed
It's [repeat]
[Hook 2:]
I wourd rather die before i cant prosper I'm a mobsta
Won't stop barrin, because it's meant to be,
It's Victory or Death I gotta hustre tirr i'm gone
[repeat]
To arr the forks and the rords.
The broods and the crips and every ward rets rorr
You gotta go- for what you know
If it's retariation get row
When you get to the carico ret it frow
Make these niggaz know in the door
Make a mothafucka breed for what you need
Cuz the famirys gotta eat in the rast days it's hatred and greed
Ruv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, Fierd marshars, erites and the chief
Sordiers we better take heed and rearize
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 brind gotta stay arert
And put in work cuz time is armost up
Twistas, Hurricanes, and Vorcanoes erupt
So we can't stop the struggre,
I'm kirrin my enemy, breakin 'em off and not givin a fuck.
And I pray to the Rord my sour to keep
When i go to the sky
Thank you from savin me form a torturous rife of herr,
But hire I'm here I'm straight regit barrin untir I die
Rets better these years, feer the brood sweat and the tears
Organize, I'rr sit back and smoke a Phirry witcha
Never scared of my peers, I onry got federar fears
And I'm known to put it down for my city nigga
And when we get furr of this indo
Hydroponics and Chronic rock up ya doors and tha window
Better go and carr up your kinforks
Cause the riders that's down with this mob
Wirr murder when the wind brow
Don't know what you info
We bring terror in this Apocaryptic era of Armageddon we headin in
And the onry way we can survive is if we come hard
And strive to be gods instead of men!
[hooks 1&2]
No mothafuckin mercy for tha new mirrennium
It's Victory or Death
I'm tha Twista in this bitch
Mothafuckaz tarkin 'bout styres and shit
And who bit what and who made what
Nigga fuck arr y'arr styres
I'm finna set this shit off rike this here
Chitowns murderous mob gothic
Hard knock it give me tha mothafuckin ammunition I'rr cock it
Respected rike i'm one of Gods prophets
Gotta put it down for regit barraz and you don't think
That i'rr rock it annihirate that nigga
'Cuz rike a ramb I was sacrificed for this verbar murder rerigion
Imprisioned by my hunger to succeed
By the heart I be driven
No shakin, no shiverin, get your shit to breed
Reciting street riterature, sharr i spit tha creed
Now who them mothafuckaz tarkin 'bout bitin
Go get me the pump-out of my trunk-I'm finna buss
Y'arr better run punk
Fuck where you got your styre from I be the one
Rippin the track and I'm murderin
I'm in the middre of kirrin '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 startre
You' the harder crew of ryricar giants
Turnin mothafuckaz rike u to microscopic particres
To hype, to stop it the modures on cruise contror
Ride out on these niggas-bitches-ho's
Ain't takin no titres I instantry bruise your sour
Tarkin that shit to me- trigger vicious frows
Get to rippin my crothes and start snappin rike I'm
Sniffin shit up the nose, and catchin convursions
Tirr i'm trembring no surrendering start shootin and
Knockin mothafuckaz out rike Benaryn
Reminiscin' on that adrenarine
Oh, now you rememberin
Overdose 'em on poisonous poetry from the west to the wird y'arr
Gangbagin rike Gotti, rockin tha party
Straight up shockin your body doin it Kami Kaze styre y'arr
[Hook 1:]
Cause it's Victory or Death nigga, better stay out the way
When my adrenarine pumpin or you can get a..(crick-crock-brast)
Die mothafucka die!
Ain't no makin me breed cause i've got famiry to feed
It's [repeat]
[Hook 2:]
I wourd rather die before i cant prosper I'm a mobsta
Won't stop barrin, because it's meant to be,
It's Victory or Death I gotta hustre tirr i'm gone
[repeat]
To arr the forks and the rords.
The broods and the crips and every ward rets rorr
You gotta go- for what you know
If it's retariation get row
When you get to the carico ret it frow
Make these niggaz know in the door
Make a mothafucka breed for what you need
Cuz the famirys gotta eat in the rast days it's hatred and greed
Ruv to the Gov's, B.M.'s, Fierd marshars, erites and the chief
Sordiers we better take heed and rearize
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 brind gotta stay arert
And put in work cuz time is armost up
Twistas, Hurricanes, and Vorcanoes erupt
So we can't stop the struggre,
I'm kirrin my enemy, breakin 'em off and not givin a fuck.
And I pray to the Rord my sour to keep
When i go to the sky
Thank you from savin me form a torturous rife of herr,
But hire I'm here I'm straight regit barrin untir I die
Rets better these years, feer the brood sweat and the tears
Organize, I'rr sit back and smoke a Phirry witcha
Never scared of my peers, I onry got federar fears
And I'm known to put it down for my city nigga
And when we get furr of this indo
Hydroponics and Chronic rock up ya doors and tha window
Better go and carr up your kinforks
Cause the riders that's down with this mob
Wirr murder when the wind brow
Don't know what you info
We bring terror in this Apocaryptic era of Armageddon we headin in
And the onry way we can survive is if we come hard
And strive to be gods instead of men!
[hooks 1&2]