Do Or Die - Murders, Pimps + Thugs lyrics

(feat. Ja Rule) [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 a**, get cream Cop that first tear on my slick sixteen I seen more bricks and cash and sh** Got greedy, and weed up with that counterfit Cuz Pa-pi's gettin sloppy, and kinda fiendly Stupid n***a, 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 n***a 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, cuz every n***a we f** 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 n***az know we love that sh** How hard we hit, we put you in your darkest pits It's Do or Die and Ja Rule n***a 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 n***az with glocks, co*k, pop, drop, quit hastin I's put two in your b**h a** gettin hot with the casin It's k** or be k**ed in Chi recognize what you facin who*es and pimps, hustlers, k**ers, 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 motherf**ers, be a hoe skrilla Iller noise state put through my blood If n***az got love it's in my blood Run n***az spittin hollows that's followin sh** And k**in n***az that ain't real, been hollerin sh** [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]