Situation Lyrics
(Lynch):The only one who ever saw my face, I must erase, had to get filthy dirtyLeft him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard meI'm out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that ShamrockZip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet T-shirt, black maskIn and out fast, murderous, vast vigorousStroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette, and I do it to get my dick wetBrain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my momma's partnerSo I've been in pussy since I could start nuttin'I'm off that Cloraseptic and that RobatussinHad a appetite for the wrong nigga, said he was real meat but I knew he wasn'tHad me dumpin' out the back of Cadillac's on WalterGot a stinky smell to him, can't even hug my mommaI'm so sick I can't sleep at night, might swallow my tongueGet all the gas deposits out the closet, let the water runGet the flame thrower, lighter fluid, paper plates, cuz we barbacuin'In a funky situation that's how we do itChorus:Situation, baby it seems I'm in a situation againI fuckin' realize it's a situation of sinSometimes I just wanna stop tryin'Why must this shit always involve dying?(E-40):Runnin' shit like Sosza, Big Bank HankSmebbin' in a high performance zooped up Nova, pushin' crankCallin' shots on my gossipper, faulty chip1-800 locker number, on the left side of my hipNeighborhood watch better watch that assI'm a paperboy and I collects that cashOne more muthafuckin' complaint and your ass ain't gon' lastOn a block where I clock cash so fastThis is a stick up, nigga, don't even try itIf you go as far as to blink an eye, muthafucka you gon' diePressure I apply, no lie, I got just finished doin' 10For what? For killin' my best friendAnd I'll murder again if I'm forced, then I mustAfter the first time the second time was a rushWhat about the third time? The third time felt like sexWhat kind of guns did you use? Choppers, Uzis, TeksWhatever one works bestI'll make a mess upon shooting flesh, 'bout 15 holes in his chestVandalism, taggin' all muthafuckas names on the wallScandalism, dyin' over all kinds of senseless shit that's smallAuto theft, stealin' cars for funSnatchin' purses cuz I'm young and dumbIf you a tourist check yo' map, don't make the wrong turnMight end up in the hood where you gon' be learnin'CHORUS(First Degree):Rock it, don't stop it, rock it, don't stopI got this dirty yemp distributin' my wompBut if it was up to her, fool we'd be fuckin' like beaversBut I'm an over achiever around these heatersI don't need a bitch, society done fucked up and cheated that bitchNow she lookin' for a nigga like me to feed her and shitDumb bitch better quit, that muthafucka First Degree keep a leash on his dickTake notes, sit by the poor folks, I tell you 'bout my strokesBut I done been gave that up, ain't healthy no moreCuz a this yappin' and feelin', she strapped with the homiesAnd her weak mind got all of Sacramento in a bindLizzy Ann must die, the situation just ain't rightCuz she got to bumpin' her gums like her momma, so I called herI said I got mines, get off your ass and raise your daughter(Twamp Dog):Peniles at my door, three in the front, nigga, four through the backTalkin' bout takin' me down to the Sac town county jail, strapped up cuz I did a jackArmed and dangerous, waited 6 months to come and get meKnowin' I'm into straps, cuz every time I get caught one was sittin' with me2 time before this, now add one more to the program quickShackled down, now I'm on a mission to a one man cell with the quicknessThink about the work that I did that night and what went wrong, to get a rider caught30G bail cost to get me off, fightin' on the street, fuckin' watchedEvery 2 weeks another court date, thinkin' I can win, that's no lieKept on goin' on for some months, lookin' the judge right in the eyesFeelin' his anger, watched fools before me do petty crimes and he's givin' 'em timeBein' a bitch about muggin' on me, nigga talkin' shit to me, heated likePointing guns at individuals, huh, I despise muthafuckas like youSo it ain't no love for me judgin' you, watcha gon' do? Take it to another court room?And that's the first step for me, my lawyer knew the D.A.You know, so he tried to hook a brother up, you seeIf I did take a deal, it's only one year guaranteedBut I'm bout to give work for dough in a couple more weeksTryin' to give 10 years, if I go to trial and lose the muthafuckaThen I messed around and had to go back to the first judge, sayin' don't work for yaI wasn't gettin' off that easy, my case had a little substanceAnd the odds are stacked against me, no frontin'Choices need to be made on the 7thA catch 22 in my midst, cuz either way I'm fuckedGo to trial where I'll probably lose, or take my ass on the runOr take a deal to a lesser charge, either one I'm gettin' struckCuz doin' time is a mando thang and that got a muthafucka stuckCHORUS
Brotha Lynch Hung Situation
