White Chalk — текст песни (Junior M.A.F.I.A.)

Chorus hooks:

[Method Man]

I got more glocks and tecks than you

[Biggie Smalls]

Still seein bodies wit da muthafuckin 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
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
(REPEAT 4X)

[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
(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]

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
(REPEAT 4X)

Outro:
[Trife]

For my niggaz; Nino Brown, Lil` Ceaser,
B.I.G., Bugsy, Capone, Cheek Del Vek, Lil` Kim, Kleptomaniac...
Motherfucker



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