| Still seein bodies wit da muthafuckin chalk around 'em
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| I thought I told you
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| Never to trust, nobody but us Now the gats must bust
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| Malicious black viper venomous
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| There’s gonna be a lotta white chalk and brains on the sidewalk
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| I know you hear me Nigga talk
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| Nigga I’m weak-in, can’t move my mouth to speak-in
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| They caught me creepin
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| Deep in the hood peepin
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| Larce was sneakin they took me off my feet-in
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| But fucked up because my heart’s still beatin
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| I can’t sleep, thinkin how I’mma creep
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| Burners to squeeze but can’t get up to help my ememies
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| Psychopath, when the days of wrath
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| Resolve the conflict, I’mma lick who did it And who da fuck was wit it Till they dead covered blood red
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| Pumpin lead till them bastards ain’t got no head
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| The raw deal, bad era switched to terror
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| You could pray all day but still gone die anyway
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| When I come, I’m comin right
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| Fuck tip toein in the night
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| I tear’em up in broad daylight
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| Snakes too crudoo for you
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| Nigga catch deja vu When I’m aimin my gat at you
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| It’s time ta make it happen
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| Fuck the yappin
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| I’mma, step the fuck up and start clappin
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| Double action
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| Two fo’fo', we robbers for satisfaction
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| Clickin off reaction
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| All those robberies we breezed
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| Backed down DTs
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| Feelin the murder disease
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| Thou shall die when I catch you
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| And lick you in your eye
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| Nigga, nice try
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| Our whole life, and thinkin
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| Centered in drugs
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| Twin mack loaded slugs and buckin at them other thugs
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| Engraved, with the mark of the beast
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| The shots I released increased aimin for dey head piece
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| Murder’s the death penalty
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| Don’t need nobody
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| Helpin me but the other half of snake and me Us two combined, shots ta lick
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| Now who goes the road against it Niggaz got drama
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| I’ma kill his first
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| And then his
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| Ain’t no time for bitchin
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| Callin police and snitchin
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| You live by the gun, you die by the gun
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| Don’t do this killin shit for real, why do the shit for fun?
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| Try ta murder my blood, can’t let it slide
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| Family pride committin grisly homicide
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| Blunted, lame niggaz get hunted
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| Autopsy shows he felt the black rhinos
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| Fuckin witta pro
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| I hit, I don’t miss
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| Niggaz spit clips disappear in the mist, check it I showed you rugged put you fools in dirt
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| Tryin ta put in work
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| But only gettin ya fuckin self hurt
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| Outro:
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| For my niggaz; |
| Nino Brown, Lil’Ceaser,
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| B.I.G., Bugsy, Capone, Cheek Del Vek, Lil’Kim, Kleptomaniac…
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| Motherfucker |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song White Chalk, artist - Junior M.A.F.I.A.. Album song Conspiracy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп