Murders, Pimps +thugs Lyrics - Do Or Die

[Chorus 2X: Do or Die] 

We the murderers, pimps plus thugs 

We the murderers, pimps plus thugs 

We the murderers, pimps plus thugs 

We the murderers, murderers, murderers 

[Ja Rule] 

Growing up in the ghetto 

With that New York state of mind 

I realized that night, that my future was crime 

Hustlin dimes was my trademark 

Soon as that blunt spark 

I, inhale, exhale, took my next sale 

Daily routine, get up, wash ass, get cream 

Cop that first tear on my slick sixteen 

I seen more bricks and cash and shit 

Got greedy, and weed up with that counterfit 

'cause Pa-pi's gettin sloppy, and kinda fiendly 

Stupid nigga, you been trading thoughts with your enemy? 

Murderous, grimey, from where? Hollis Queens 

Woodhull, got it all from thugs and fiends 

I need cream, so I strap the nine to my waistline 

Grabbin OZ, keys to the three 

Hundred GS nigga 

Bulletproof vest to eliminate stress 

Ha, who the best? 

[Chorus 2X] 

[Do or Die] 

Don't get close to our side if you ain't from New York 

You screamin "Ride or Die" or "Pimp till you die" 

You figurin you a murderer, put your guns in the sky 

Make them see em, 'cause every nigga we fuck with has heaters 

Don't get, stepped with these heaters when you hatin on these po-pos 

Don't think for one time Ja's comin solo 

It's Do or Die, Chicago collabo 

Neighborhood watch you from a block with a flock of thugs 

Ready to show some love 

Grippin with extra guns and clips 

And worldwide all these niggaz know we love that shit 

How hard we hit, we put you in your darkest pits 

It's Do or Die and Ja Rule nigga 

Murda for life 

[Chorus 2X] 

[Do or Die] 

Can't keep up with the paper chasin 

Gonna run up with these glocks and rob the basement 

Two niggaz with glocks, cock, pop, drop, quit hastin 

I's put two in your bitch ass gettin hot with the casin 

It's kill or be killed in Chi recognize what you facin 

Whores and pimps, hustlers, killers, and drug dealers 

Since a shorty been hollerin seeds with a plug in 

Two for ten, up on the block diamond cut griller 

Be em or see em motherfuckers, be a hoe skrilla 

Iller noise state put through my blood 

If niggaz got love it's in my blood 

Run niggaz spittin hollows that's followin shit 

And killin niggaz that ain't real, been hollerin shit 

[Chorus 2X] 

[Do or Die] 

Better get gone, chrome by the hip bone 

Hit domes like pickles, it's not to sit on 

Better get'cho pimp on 'for the clips get sticked home 

Sit back til the tricks gone 

Then flash through the hood like you misunderstood 

Diamonds over get that wood 

It's all good see, low down four pound 

Full clips for showdowns, smoke weed and throw down 

Representin both towns, you don't know now, better slow down 

P-I-M-P flippin filty 

Cream stream dream, Hennessy, tipsy 

Theres blood for the true thug, puttin weight in the po-pub 

It's nuthin, sit down and shut up, roll like that 

Then in the morn we ball like that 

[Chorus till fade]