The Notorious B.I.G. — White Chalk Pt. 2 Reference Track

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G] Here's the situation: Larce got shot, now he facin' heaven or hell But he living to tell who fucking did it, I got my crimey down wit' it Just a 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 worse I'll kill his sister, I'll know he'll miss her They just a 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 and 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, 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 The beef is set, whatever, show you the meaning of pressure 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 [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2: Craig G] This nigga Blake told me to be calm and breathe slowly You know me, I flip, niggas was tryna hold me Called the hospital lobby, the doctor said he'll probably Die, G, arms taped up with IVs Heard he got blast and the shit surprised me Larceny on his back, that some shit I can't see But I can see me putting putting you on T.V Yyou and your crew, Channel 22 news Walkin' with cement shoes, stepping on seashells In the bottom of the ocean, who the fuck you gon' tell? Who the fuck you gon' see that can outlast me? Outlast me, stamina's nasty Call erase on Trife, well Blake call me Snake How you gonna act when you hear these .9s break? Car doors closing, trench coats open Tommy gun start smoking Leave you on a cold street, chokin' On your own blood, fuck the joking, I ain't kidding MAC spitting, niggas gettin' hit, backflippin' wounded Tryna plea, breaking off full speed Jumping over gates, screaming, "Vec, it wasn't me" I see the fear as I stare through these Cartier lenses You 10 yards ahead jumping fences Breathing mad hard, begging God for forgiveness But he ain't hearing you, so I'ma end this, fatality, finished Death is calling, Ruger hit you 5 times while you was falling White chalk started drawing