Released: April 30, 1996
Featuring: The Snakes Cheek Del Vec Lil’ Kim
Songwriter: Larceny Craig G Trife of The Snakes The Notorious B.I.G. Lil’ Kim Minnesota Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Producer: Minnesota
[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
[Interlude 1: Trife & Chico Del Vec]
Yo son, ain't that them niggas right there?
Yeah, that's the motherfuckers right there
You sure?
Hell yeah
[Chorus: Trife]
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
[Verse 2: Larceny]
This nigga Blake told me to be calm and breathe slowly
You know me, I flip niggas 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
Nigga, you 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
When I shot your brother, Trife put slugs in your mother
She was fucking her lover, he blew their brains on the cover
If he die, nigga, take the .9 off the shelf, 'cause you done
Nigga might as well buck yourself
Car doors closing, trench coats open
Tommy gun start smoking
I 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
Niggas jumping 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
[Interlude 2: Chico Del Vec]
Yo, yo come here motherfucker
No Vec, man, it wasn't me, man!
Nigga, shut the fuck up
Yo, motherfucker you believe in God?
What? Yeah, man, I believe in God
You got 'til 3 to make peace with your God
1, 2, 3
[Chorus: Trife]
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of 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
[Interlude 1: Trife & Chico Del Vec]
Yo son, ain't that them niggas right there?
Yeah, that's the motherfuckers right there
You sure?
Hell yeah
[Chorus: Trife]
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
[Verse 2: Larceny]
This nigga Blake told me to be calm and breathe slowly
You know me, I flip niggas 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
Nigga, you 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
When I shot your brother, Trife put slugs in your mother
She was fucking her lover, he blew their brains on the cover
If he die, nigga, take the .9 off the shelf, 'cause you done
Nigga might as well buck yourself
Car doors closing, trench coats open
Tommy gun start smoking
I 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
Niggas jumping 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
[Interlude 2: Chico Del Vec]
Yo, yo come here motherfucker
No Vec, man, it wasn't me, man!
Nigga, shut the fuck up
Yo, motherfucker you believe in God?
What? Yeah, man, I believe in God
You got 'til 3 to make peace with your God
1, 2, 3
[Chorus: Trife]
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
It's gonna be a lot of white chalk
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