White Chalk - Junior M.A.F.I.A., Trife, Larceny

Still seein bodies wit da muthafuckin chalk around 'em

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now who goes the road against it Niggaz got drama

I’ma kill his first

And then his

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

Outro:

For my niggaz;

Nino Brown, Lil’Ceaser,

B.I.G., Bugsy, Capone, Cheek Del Vek, Lil’Kim, Kleptomaniac…

Motherfucker