Heres 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 Ill kill his sister
I know hell 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 
Way up in the back where the bums sleep at
Look him in the eye You wanna die, dont ya?
If you could change everything you did ya would, wont ya?
But you cant cause my brother cant 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 yall for pleasure
You cant measure
The pain thats inside
Homicide
You can run but you cant 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 proly
Die, G
Arms taped-up with IVs
Heard he got blast an that shit surprised me
Larceny on his back - thats some shit I cant see
But I can see me puttin you on TV
You and your crew
Channel 22 News, walkin with some mans 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, staminas nasty
Call Rayshawns viper, Blake can call me a snake
How ya gonna act when you hear these .9s break?
Car doors close, trench coats open
Tommy guns start smokin
Leave you on a cold street chokin
On your own blood
Fuck the jokin
I aint kiddin
Mac spittin
Niggas gettin hit back flippin
Wounded tryna flee, breakin off full speed
Jumpin over gates screamin Fess it wasnt 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 aint hearin you
So Ima end this
Fatality
Finished
Death is callin
Who can hit you five times while you was callin
White chalk started-