[Intro: Lil' Cease, Lil Kim, Trife]
Yo Kim, you think Larce gon' die?
The fuck you mean? No, he ain't gon' die, what the fuck you mean he gon' die?
That's my baby, my baby gon' make it, boo, my baby gon' make it
Yo, I'm tellin' you this shit straight up, man
That nigga took 6 shots, man
Don't too many niggas get up from that shit, man
But I know whoever did it, man, they ain't gon' be that happy
[Verse 1: Trife]
Here's the situation (Uh): Larce got shot, now he facin'
Heaven or hell, but he living to tell
Who fucking did it (Uh), I got my crimey down wit' it
Just as grimy as me, slimy as me, check it
I got a long list of names and addresses (Uh, uh-huh)
Even know the store where his momma buy her dresses
She gon' be the first one to ride in a Hearse, son (Uh)
Worse come to worst, I'll kill his sister (Uh-huh)
I know he'll miss her
They just a family, other half of me (What?)
Them niggas 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 and back
Take him to the pier (Where?)
Way up in the back where the bums sleep at (Uh)
Look him in the eye, 'You wanna die, don't ya?'
If you could change everything you did, you would, won't ya?"
But you can't, 'cause my brother can't breathe
Watching him bleed in the hospital, I had to leave
All I wanna do is kill your crew
Your grand moms might get wet on the church-house steps (uh)
The beef is set, whatever, show you the meaning of pressure (Uh)
Killing faggot niggas like ya'll for pleasure (Uh)
You can't measure, the pain that's inside, homicide
You can run but you can't hide
When the Benz with the tint's in front of your residence
Everybody on the stoop getting bent
White Chalk
Yo Kim, you think Larce gon' die?
The fuck you mean? No, he ain't gon' die, what the fuck you mean he gon' die?
That's my baby, my baby gon' make it, boo, my baby gon' make it
Yo, I'm tellin' you this shit straight up, man
That nigga took 6 shots, man
Don't too many niggas get up from that shit, man
But I know whoever did it, man, they ain't gon' be that happy
[Verse 1: Trife]
Here's the situation (Uh): Larce got shot, now he facin'
Heaven or hell, but he living to tell
Who fucking did it (Uh), I got my crimey down wit' it
Just as grimy as me, slimy as me, check it
I got a long list of names and addresses (Uh, uh-huh)
Even know the store where his momma buy her dresses
She gon' be the first one to ride in a Hearse, son (Uh)
Worse come to worst, I'll kill his sister (Uh-huh)
I know he'll miss her
They just a family, other half of me (What?)
Them niggas 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 and back
Take him to the pier (Where?)
Way up in the back where the bums sleep at (Uh)
Look him in the eye, 'You wanna die, don't ya?'
If you could change everything you did, you would, won't ya?"
But you can't, 'cause my brother can't breathe
Watching him bleed in the hospital, I had to leave
All I wanna do is kill your crew
Your grand moms might get wet on the church-house steps (uh)
The beef is set, whatever, show you the meaning of pressure (Uh)
Killing faggot niggas like ya'll for pleasure (Uh)
You can't measure, the pain that's inside, homicide
You can run but you can't hide
When the Benz with the tint's in front of your residence
Everybody on the stoop getting bent
White Chalk
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