Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song White Chalk , by - Junior M.A.F.I.A.. Song from the album Conspiracy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопWhite Chalk |
| 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 |
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