Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murderers, Pimps +Thugs , by - Do Or Die. Song from the album Victory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.10.2005
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Murderers, Pimps +Thugs |
| We the murderers, pimps plus thugs |
| We the murderers, pimps plus thugs |
| We the murderers, pimps plus thugs |
| We the murderers, murderers, murderers |
| 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 |
| Cuz 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? |
| 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 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 niggas 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 |
| Can’t keep up with the paper chasin |
| Gonna run up with these Glocks and rob the basement |
| Two niggas 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 ho skrilla |
| Iller noise state put through my blood |
| If niggas got love it’s in my blood |
| Run niggas spittin hollows that’s followin shit |
| And killin niggas that ain’t real, been hollerin shit |
| 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 |