Junior M.A.F.I.A. - White Chalk lyrics

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Junior M.A.F.I.A. - White Chalk lyrics

[Chorus hooks:] [Method Man] I got more glocks and tecks than you [Biggie Smalls] Still seein bodies wit da muthaf**in chalk around 'em [x2] [Trife] I thought I told you Never to trust, nobody but us Now the gats must bust Malicious black viper venomous There's gonna be a lotta white chalk and brains on the sidewalk I know you hear me n***a talk [Larceny] n***a I'm weak-in, can't move my mouth to speak-in They caught me creepin Deep in the hood peepin Larce was sneakin they took me off my feet-in But f**ed up because my heart's still beatin I can't sleep, thinkin how I'mma creep Burners to squeeze but can't get up to help my ememies [Trife] Psychopath, when the days of wrath Resolve the conflict, I'mma lick who did it And who da f** was wit it Till they dead covered blood red Pumpin lead till them ba*tards ain't got no head The raw deal, bad era switched to terror You could pray all day but still gone die anyway [Chorus] [x4] [Larceny] When I come, I'm comin right f** tip toein in the night I tear'em up in broad daylight Snakes too crudoo for you n***a catch deja vu When I'm aimin my gat at you [Trife] It's time ta make it happen f** the yappin I'mma, step the f** up and start clappin Double action Two fo' fo', we robbers for satisfaction Clickin off reaction [Larceny] All those robberies we breezed Backed down DTs Feelin the murder disease Thou shall die when I catch you And lick you in your eye n***a, nice try [Trife] Our whole life, and thinkin Centered in d** Twin mack loaded slugs and buckin at them other thugs Engraved, with the mark of the beast The shots I released increased aimin for dey head piece [Chorus] [x4] [Larceny, Trife] Murder's the d**h penalty Don't need nobody Helpin me but the other half of snake and me Us two combined, shots ta lick [Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique] Now who goes the road against it [Trife] n***az got drama I'ma k** his (baby) first And then his (momma) Ain't no time for b**hin Callin police and snitchin You live by the gun, you die by the gun Don't do this k**in sh** for real, why do the sh** for fun? Try ta murder my blood, can't let it slide Family pride committin grisly homicide Blunted, lame n***az get hunted Autopsy shows he felt the black rhinos f**in witta pro I hit, I don't miss n***az spit clips disappear in the mist, check it I showed you rugged put you fools in dirt Tryin ta put in work But only gettin ya f**in self hurt [Chorus] [x4] [Outro:] [Trife] For my n***az; Nino Brown, Lil' Ceaser, B.I.G., Bugsy, Capone, Cheek Del Vek, Lil' Kim, Kleptomaniac... Motherf**er