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 muthafuckin 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 Nigga talk [Larceny] Nigga 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 fucked 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 fuck was wit it Till they dead covered blood red Pumpin lead till them bastards 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 Fuck tip toein in the night I tear'em up in broad daylight Snakes too crudoo for you Nigga catch deja vu When I'm aimin my gat at you [Trife] It's time ta make it happen Fuck the yappin I'mma, step the fuck 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 Nigga, nice try [Trife] Our whole life, and thinkin Centered in drugs 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 death 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] Niggaz got drama I'ma kill his (baby) first And then his (momma) Ain't no time for bitchin Callin police and snitchin You live by the gun, you die by the gun Don't do this killin shit for real, why do the shit for fun? Try ta murder my blood, can't let it slide Family pride committin grisly homicide Blunted, lame niggaz get hunted Autopsy shows he felt the black rhinos Fuckin witta pro I hit, I don't miss Niggaz 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 fuckin self hurt [Chorus] [x4] [Outro:] [Trife] For my niggaz; Nino Brown, Lil' Ceaser, B.I.G., Bugsy, Capone, Cheek Del Vek, Lil' Kim, Kleptomaniac... Motherfucker
