*featuring Ja Rule
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[Chorus 2X: Do or Die]
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We the murderers, pimps plus thugs
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We the murderers, pimps plus thugs
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We the murderers, pimps plus thugs
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We the murderers, murderers, murderers
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[Ja Rule]
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Growing up in the ghetto
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With that New York state of mind
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I realized that night, that my future was crime
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Hustlin dimes was my trademark
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Soon as that blunt spark
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I, inhale, exhale, took my next sale
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Daily routine, get up, wash ass, get cream
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Cop that first tear on my slick sixteen
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I seen more bricks and cash and shit
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Got greedy, and weed up with that counterfit
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Cuz Pa-pi's gettin sloppy, and kinda fiendly
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Stupid nigga, you been trading thoughts with your enemy?
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Murderous, grimey, from where? Hollis Queens
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Woodhull, got it all from thugs and fiends
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I need cream, so I strap the nine to my waistline
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Grabbin OZ, keys to the three
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Hundred GS nigga
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Bulletproof vest to eliminate stress
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Ha, who the best?
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Do or Die]
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Don't get close to our side if you ain't from New York
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You screamin "Ride or Die" or "Pimp till you die"
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You figurin you a murderer, put your guns in the sky
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Make them see em, cuz every nigga we fuck with has heaters
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Don't get, stepped with these heaters when you hatin on these po-pos
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Don't think for one time Ja's comin solo
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It's Do or Die, Chicago collabo
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Neighborhood watch you from a block with a flock of thugs
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Ready to show some love
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Grippin with extra guns and clips
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And worldwide all these niggaz know we love that shit
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How hard we hit, we put you in your darkest pits
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It's Do or Die and Ja Rule nigga
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Murda for life
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Do or Die]
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Can't keep up with the paper chasin
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Gonna run up with these glocks and rob the basement
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Two niggaz with glocks, cock, pop, drop, quit hastin
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I's put two in your bitch ass gettin hot with the casin
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It's kill or be killed in Chi recognize what you facin
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Whores and pimps, hustlers, killers, and drug dealers
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Since a shorty been hollerin seeds with a plug in
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Two for ten, up on the block diamond cut griller
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Be em or see em motherfuckers, be a hoe skrilla
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Iller noise state put through my blood
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If niggaz got love it's in my blood
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Run niggaz spittin hollows that's followin shit
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And killin niggaz that ain't real, been hollerin shit
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Do or Die]
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Better get gone, chrome by the hip bone
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Hit domes like pickles, it's not to sit on
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Better get'cho pimp on 'for the clips get sticked home
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Sit back til the tricks gone
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Then flash through the hood like you misunderstood
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Diamonds over get that wood
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It's all good see, low down four pound
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Full clips for showdowns, smoke weed and throw down
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Representin both towns, you don't know now, better slow down
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P-I-M-P flippin filty
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Cream stream dream, Hennessy, tipsy
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Theres blood for the true thug, puttin weight in the po-pub
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It's nuthin, sit down and shut up, roll like that
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Then in the morn we ball like that
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[Chorus till fade]
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Murders, Pimps + Thugs
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Do Or Die |