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Chorus hooks:
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[Method Man]
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I got more glocks and tecks than you
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[Biggie Smalls]
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Still seein bodies wit da muthafuckin chalk around 'em
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(REPEAT 2X)
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[Trife]
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I thought I told you
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Never to trust, nobody but us
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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
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Nigga talk
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[Larceny]
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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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[Trife]
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Psychopath, when the days of wrath
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Resolve the conflict, I'mma lick who did it
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And who da fuck was wit it
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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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Chorus
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(REPEAT 4X)
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[Larceny]
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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
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When I'm aimin my gat at you
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[Trife]
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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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[Larceny]
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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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[Trife]
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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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Chorus
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(REPEAT 4X)
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[Larceny, Trife]
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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
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Us two combined, shots ta lick
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[Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique]
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Now who goes the road against it
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[Trife]
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Niggaz got drama
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I'ma kill his {baby} first
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And then his {momma}
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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
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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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Chorus
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(REPEAT 4X)
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Outro:
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[Trife]
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White Chalk
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| Junior M.A.F.I.A. |
