[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
Here's the situation
Larce got shot now he facin'
Heaven or Hell but he livin' to tell
Who fuckin' did it
I got my crimie down with it
Just as grimy as me, slimy as me
Check it
I got a long list of names and addresses
Even know the store where his momma buy her dresses
She gon' be the first one to ride in a Hearse, son
Worse come to worst I'll kill his sister
I know he'll miss her
They dissed the family, other half of me
Them n***as scared of me, I hope they prepared to be
Shot at, hit up with baseball bats
Thrown in the back of the Ac with a trunk full of rats
Drive to Brooklyn, the back, take him to the pier (where?)
Way up in the back where the bums sleep at
Look him in the eye "You wanna die, don't ya?"
"If you could change everything you did ya would, won't ya?"
But you can't cause my brother can't breathe
Watchin' him bleed in the hospital, I had to leave
All I wanna do is kill your crew
Your grandmoms might get wet on the church house steps
The beef is set
Whatever
Show you the meaning of pressure
Killing faggot n***as like y'all for pleasure
You can't measure
The pain that's inside
Homicide
You can run but you can't hide
When the Benz with the tints in front of your residence
Everybody on the stoop gettin' bent
White Chalk-
[Verse 2: Craig G]
The n***a Blake told me
To be calm & breath slowly
Ya know me, I flip
N***as was tryna hold me
Called the hospital lobby
The doctor said he pro'ly
Die, G
Arms taped-up with IVs
Heard he got blast an that shit surprised me
Larceny on his back - that's some shit I can't see
But I can see me puttin' you on TV
You and your crew
Channel 22 News, walkin' with some man's suit
With a [?]
In the bottom of the ocean, who the fuck you gon' tell?
Who tha fuck you gon' see that can outclass me?
Outlast me, stamina's nasty
Call Rayshawn's viper, Blake can call me a snake
How ya gonna act when you hear these .9's break?
Car doors close, trench coats open
Tommy gun's start smokin'
Leave you on a cold street chokin'
On your own blood
Fuck the jokin'
I ain't kiddin'
Mac spittin'
N***as gettin' hit back flippin'
Wounded tryna flee, breakin' off full speed
Jumpin' over gates screamin' 'Fess it wasn't me
I see
The fear as I stare through the Cardier lenses
You ten yards ahead jumpin' fences
Breathin' mad hard beggin' God for forgiveness
But he ain't hearin' you
So I'ma end this
Fatality
Finished
Death is callin'
Who can hit you five times while you was callin'
White chalk started-