The Notorious B.I.G. - White Chalk Pt. II lyrics

[Intro: DJ Capone] Now, ladies and gentlemen, it's Capone on side B My n***a Notorious B.I.G! It's the DJ Capone taking this sh** over here! No doubt! Uh! (x6) Put it on! [Verse: The Notorious B.I.G] Here's the situation Lars got shot Now he facin' heaven to hell But he living to tell Who f**ing 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 address Even know the store where his momma by her dresses She gon' be the first one to ride in a Hearse son Worse come to worse I'll k** his sister I'll know he'll miss her They just a family, other half of me Them n***as scared of me I hope they prepared to be Shot at, hit up with baseball bats Thrown in the back of the act with a trunk full of rats Try to brooklyn in 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, you would, won't ya? But you can't coz my brother can't breathe Watching him bleed in the hospital - I had to leave All I want to do is k** your crew Your grand moms might get wet on the church-house steps The beef is set, whatever, I'll show you the meaning of pressure k**ing f*ggot n***as 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 tints pull up at your residence Everybody on the stoop gettin bent That's that [Outro: DJ Capone] It's the DJ Capone, Notorious BIG baby! Yeah! Uh! (x5) Put it on!