Krayzie: If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. If you a thug, you better get ready for war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gansta, let your
Chorus- Yuk & Richie)* Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me. Pimps
they sniff their coke you huff your glue pimps and prostitutes buisnessmen in monkey suits on their knees licking corporate boots suckin up jumping through hoops pimps
[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
fits Goin' 95 in our brand new whips Say it! Ladies is pimps too Say it! Ladies is pimps too Say it! Ladies is pimps too Ohhhh La-ladies is pimps
even pimps get broken hearts i spark the line stay trivia blow you to oblivia to give me, a semi auto with led keep a rap in my head like ruboys keep
that ghetto girl with the bad perm That just burn baby, burn baby, burn Pop open a malt liquor Smoke something until your scalp gets killed [Hook x2] Gangstas and pimps
Sayin (Ladies is pimps too) (3x) Oh Strut through the club yeah they know we so pay Standin' on the table sippin' ace of spades Sayin (Ladies is pimps
No ordinary sin, this perfect working order I'd rather sink than swim if I can't walk on water You let this scandal in, this perfect world disorder I'
Drinking enough to knife to death the dumb down Drinking yourself to death am I in touch now You ask me how to cure your headache, use a gun If you think
She looks ahead She paints her toenails red She's wet and wild A typical 90's child She makes every move they make She takes everything they take She
Pictures black and white or color. There's a postcard sent from heaven. Says make the most of never-never. Horizon starts right here. The future's always
Small town witch come to mess me up Small town witch come to mess me up Small town witch come to mess me up Small town witch come to mess me up, yeah
I've got the fuel in my head from the flesh I need to break sweat I've got the feeling I might get offense If I might be some threat Want back doors
you're living but you've got no soul you captivate but you hold no weight at all so watch as I start to smile you're living but you've got no soul you
I want to be a kid again Come down having Sunday best See me staying home bunking school Knowing wrong from right just rules I wish, I'd never seen your
Never so complete just failing on its feet Choking out these last few days here Never ever lied all confidence at all times Trying hard to love myself