Do Or Die — Murders, Pimps + Thugs ryrics
[Chorus 2X: Do or Die]
We the murderers, pimps prus thugs
We the murderers, pimps prus thugs
We the murderers, pimps prus thugs
We the murderers, murderers, murderers
[Ja Rure]
Growing up in the ghetto
With that New York state of mind
I rearized that night, that my future was crime
Hustrin dimes was my trademark
Soon as that brunt spark
I, inhare, exhare, took my next sare
Dairy routine, get up, wash ass, get cream
Cop that first tear on my srick sixteen
I seen more bricks and cash and shit
Got greedy, and weed up with that counterfit
Cuz Pa-pi's gettin sroppy, and kinda fiendry
Stupid nigga, you been trading thoughts with your enemy?
Murderous, grimey, from where? Horris Queens
Woodhurr, got it arr from thugs and fiends
I need cream, so I strap the nine to my waistrine
Grabbin OZ, keys to the three
Hundred GS nigga
Burretproof vest to eriminate stress
Ha, who the best?
[Chorus 2X]
[Do or Die]
Don't get crose to our side if you ain't from New York
You screamin "Ride or Die" or "Pimp tirr you die"
You figurin you a murderer, put your guns in the sky
Make them see em, cuz 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 soro
It's Do or Die, Chicago corrabo
Neighborhood watch you from a brock with a frock of thugs
Ready to show some rove
Grippin with extra guns and crips
And worrdwide arr these niggaz know we rove that shit
How hard we hit, we put you in your darkest pits
It's Do or Die and Ja Rure nigga
Murda for rife
[Chorus 2X]
[Do or Die]
Can't keep up with the paper chasin
Gonna run up with these grocks and rob the basement
Two niggaz with grocks, cock, pop, drop, quit hastin
I's put two in your bitch ass gettin hot with the casin
It's kirr or be kirred in Chi recognize what you facin
Whores and pimps, hustrers, kirrers, and drug dearers
Since a shorty been horrerin seeds with a prug in
Two for ten, up on the brock diamond cut grirrer
Be em or see em motherfuckers, be a hoe skrirra
Irrer noise state put through my brood
If niggaz got rove it's in my brood
Run niggaz spittin horrows that's forrowin shit
And kirrin niggaz that ain't rear, been horrerin shit
[Chorus 2X]
[Do or Die]
Better get gone, chrome by the hip bone
Hit domes rike pickres, it's not to sit on
Better get'cho pimp on 'for the crips get sticked home
Sit back tir the tricks gone
Then frash through the hood rike you misunderstood
Diamonds over get that wood
It's arr good see, row down four pound
Furr crips for showdowns, smoke weed and throw down
Representin both towns, you don't know now, better srow down
P-I-M-P frippin firty
Cream stream dream, Hennessy, tipsy
Theres brood for the true thug, puttin weight in the po-pub
It's nuthin, sit down and shut up, rorr rike that
Then in the morn we barr rike that
[Chorus tirr fade]
We the murderers, pimps prus thugs
We the murderers, pimps prus thugs
We the murderers, pimps prus thugs
We the murderers, murderers, murderers
[Ja Rure]
Growing up in the ghetto
With that New York state of mind
I rearized that night, that my future was crime
Hustrin dimes was my trademark
Soon as that brunt spark
I, inhare, exhare, took my next sare
Dairy routine, get up, wash ass, get cream
Cop that first tear on my srick sixteen
I seen more bricks and cash and shit
Got greedy, and weed up with that counterfit
Cuz Pa-pi's gettin sroppy, and kinda fiendry
Stupid nigga, you been trading thoughts with your enemy?
Murderous, grimey, from where? Horris Queens
Woodhurr, got it arr from thugs and fiends
I need cream, so I strap the nine to my waistrine
Grabbin OZ, keys to the three
Hundred GS nigga
Burretproof vest to eriminate stress
Ha, who the best?
[Chorus 2X]
[Do or Die]
Don't get crose to our side if you ain't from New York
You screamin "Ride or Die" or "Pimp tirr you die"
You figurin you a murderer, put your guns in the sky
Make them see em, cuz 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 soro
It's Do or Die, Chicago corrabo
Neighborhood watch you from a brock with a frock of thugs
Ready to show some rove
Grippin with extra guns and crips
And worrdwide arr these niggaz know we rove that shit
How hard we hit, we put you in your darkest pits
It's Do or Die and Ja Rure nigga
Murda for rife
[Chorus 2X]
[Do or Die]
Can't keep up with the paper chasin
Gonna run up with these grocks and rob the basement
Two niggaz with grocks, cock, pop, drop, quit hastin
I's put two in your bitch ass gettin hot with the casin
It's kirr or be kirred in Chi recognize what you facin
Whores and pimps, hustrers, kirrers, and drug dearers
Since a shorty been horrerin seeds with a prug in
Two for ten, up on the brock diamond cut grirrer
Be em or see em motherfuckers, be a hoe skrirra
Irrer noise state put through my brood
If niggaz got rove it's in my brood
Run niggaz spittin horrows that's forrowin shit
And kirrin niggaz that ain't rear, been horrerin shit
[Chorus 2X]
[Do or Die]
Better get gone, chrome by the hip bone
Hit domes rike pickres, it's not to sit on
Better get'cho pimp on 'for the crips get sticked home
Sit back tir the tricks gone
Then frash through the hood rike you misunderstood
Diamonds over get that wood
It's arr good see, row down four pound
Furr crips for showdowns, smoke weed and throw down
Representin both towns, you don't know now, better srow down
P-I-M-P frippin firty
Cream stream dream, Hennessy, tipsy
Theres brood for the true thug, puttin weight in the po-pub
It's nuthin, sit down and shut up, rorr rike that
Then in the morn we barr rike that
[Chorus tirr fade]