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 m____fuckin chalk around 'em
(REPEAT 2X)

[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____ talk

[Larceny]

n____ 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 b______s ain't got no head
The raw deal, bad era switched to terror
You could pray all day but still gone die anyway

Chorus
(REPEAT 4X)

[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____ 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____, 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
(REPEAT 4X)

[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]

n____z got drama
I'mma kill his ***mama?*** first
And then his **???**
Ain't no time for b____in
Callin police and snitchin
You live by the gun, you die by the gun
Don't do this killin s___ for real, why do the s___ for fun?
Try ta murder my blood, can't let it slide
Family pride committin grisly homicide
Blunted, lame n____z get hunted
Autopsy shows he felt the black rhinos
f___in witta pro
I hit, I don't miss
n____z 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
(REPEAT 4X)

Outro:
[Trife]

For my n____z; Nino Brown, Lil' Ceeser, B.I.G., Bugsy, Capone, Cheek Del Vek,
Lil' Kim, Kleptomaniac...
m____fucka