If They Don’t Die Junior M.A.F.I.A. (Ft. Lil' Kim, The Notorious B.I.G. & Trife of The Snakes)

[Intro: Trife}
Check it on motherfucker, uh
Get it on biatch
Represent cocksucker
(And if they don't die, then they won't be able to walk)
Check it, part 2]

[Verse 1: Trife]
I hate pussy cats, rip 'em with clip from a mac round
Of such, got much, so when I clutch
It's the dangerous touch
Shadow of death, let them forgive me
Not murder, so make an error
See the fatal twist of terror
Suffer forever, piss on your grave on set
Swinging, it can't get no higher
Get cast in a lake of fire
Wicked taste, but just in case
You pace side of place, fuck minks
I pour acid on your face
Axe murderer, I'm stressed I confess
Sacrifice dinners, now I'm the master of the fucking menace
Smoked up like this, my trigger finger's itchin'
Nigga that's snitchin', get in your mouth, snapped the bitch in
Witnesses I kill for the deal
You see my grill squeal, there's still more blood to spill
Trife's my name, ask me again, tell you the same
Surviving the game, aim, tearing ass out the frame
Always a rebel, burner kept, haven't slept
But for my respect, reload my strap then I step
Young and the ruthless, schizophrenic
Thug man, slaughter by the slum
Multiple shots sent amuck
You can't kill me, and you'll be lucky if you graze me
The sick and crazy, I'll have your ass pushing daisies
I am the invisible man, break 18 down in 3 punks
So they refuse to see me