White Chalk II

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-

The nigga Blake told me
To be calm & breath slowly
Ya know me, I flip niggas 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'
Niggas 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-