White Chalk II The Notorious B.I.G. (Ft. Craig G)

[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 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, 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 niggas 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-