Realm of Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Junior M.A.F.I.A., The Notorious B.I.G., Jamal Phillips

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