[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 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?      [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 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      [Chorus 2X]      [Do or Die]   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      [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]