Murders, 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

(2x)

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?

We the murderers, pimps plus thugs

We the murderers, pimps plus thugs

We the murderers, pimps plus thugs

We the murderers, murderers, murderers

(2x)

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 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

We the murderers, pimps plus thugs

We the murderers, pimps plus thugs

We the murderers, pimps plus thugs

We the murderers, murderers, murderers

(2x)

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

We the murderers, pimps plus thugs

We the murderers, pimps plus thugs

We the murderers, pimps plus thugs

We the murderers, murderers, murderers

(2x)

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

We the murderers, pimps plus thugs

We the murderers, pimps plus thugs

We the murderers, pimps plus thugs

We the murderers, murderers, murderers