Situations (feat. Twamp Dog, First Degree the D.E. & E-40) (Explicit)
First Degree The D.E., E-40, Brotha Lynch Hung, Twamp Dog2011年11月1日Situations (feat. Twamp Dog, First Degree the D.E. & E-40) (Explicit) 歌詞
Situations(feat. Twamp Dog, First Degree the D.E. & E-40) (Explicit) - First Degree The D.E./E-40/Brotha Lynch Hung/Twamp Dog
The only one who ever saw my face
I must erase had to get filthy dirty
Left him in his driveway soaking wet
Hope nobody heard me
I'm out that muthaf**ka with
About 4 pounds of that Shamrock
Zip lock body bag toe tag wet T-shirt black mask
In and out fast murderous vast vigorous
Stroke that ni**a like a zig zag rolled cigarette
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten
I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my momma's partner
So I've been in p**sy since I could start nuttin'
I'm off that Cloraseptic and that Robatussin
Had a appetite for the wrong ni**a
Said he was real meat but I knew he wasn't
Had me dumpin' out the back of Cadillac's on Walter
Got a stinky smell to him can't even hug my momma
I'm so sick I can't sleep at night might swallow my tongue
Get all the gas deposits out the closet let the water run
Get the flame thrower lighter fluid
Paper plates cuz we barbacuin'
In a funky situation that's how we do it
Situation baby it seems I'm in a situation again
I f**kin' realize it's a situation of sin
Sometimes I just wanna stop tryin'
Situation baby it seems I'm in a situation again
I f**kin' realize it's a situation of sin
Why must this sh*t always involve dying
Runnin' sh*t like Sosza Big Bank Hank
Smebbin' in a high performance zooped up Nova
Pushin' crank
Callin' shots on my gossipper faulty chip
1-800 locker number on the left side of my hip
Neighborhood watch better watch that a**
I'm a paperboy and I collects that cash
One more muthaf**kin' complaint
And your a** ain't gon' last
On a block where I clock cash so fast
This is a stick up ni**a don't even try it
If you go as far as to blink an eye muthaf**ka you gon' die
Pressure I apply no lie I got just finished doin' 10
For what For killin' my best friend
And I'll murder again if I'm forced then I must
After the first time the second time was a rush
What about the third time
The third time felt like sex
What kind of guns did you use
Choppers Uzis Teks
Whatever one works best
I'll make a mess upon shooting flesh
'Bout 15 holes in his chest
Vandalism taggin' all muthaf**kas names on the wall
Scandalism
Dyin' over all kinds of senseless sh*t that's small
Auto theft stealin' cars for fun
Snatchin' purses cuz I'm young and dumb
If you a tourist check yo' map
Don't make the wrong turn
Might end up in the hood where you gon' be learnin'
Situation baby it seems I'm in a situation again
I f**kin' realize it's a situation of sin
Sometimes I just wanna stop tryin'
Situation baby it seems I'm in a situation again
I f**kin' realize it's a situation of sin
Why must this sh*t always involve dying
Rock it don't stop it rock it don't stop
I got this dirty yemp distributin' my womp
But if it was up to her fool we'd be f**kin' like beavers
But I'm an over achiever around these heaters
I don't need a b**ch
Society done f**ked up and cheated that b**ch
Now she lookin' for a ni**a like me
To feed her and sh*t
Dumb b**ch better quit
That muthaf**ka First Degree keep a leash on his dick
Take notes sit by the poor folks
I tell you 'bout my strokes
But I done been gave that up
ain't healthy no more
Cuz a this yappin' and feelin'
She strapped with the homies
And her weak mind got all of Sacramento in a bind
Lizzy Ann must die the situation just ain't right
Cuz she got to bumpin' her gums like her momma
So I called her
I said I got mines
Get off your a** and raise your daughter
Peniles at my door three in the front
Ni**a four through the back
Talkin' bout takin' me down to the Sac town county jail
Strapped up cuz I did a jack
Armed and dangerous
Waited 6 months to come and get me
Knowin' I'm into straps
Cuz every time I get caught one was sittin' with me
2 time before this
Now add one more to the program quick
Shackled down
Now I'm on a mission to a one man cell with the quickness
Think about the work
That I did that night and what went wrong
To get a rider caught
30G bail cost to get me off
Fightin' on the street f**kin' watched
Every 2 weeks another court date
Thinkin' I can win that's no lie
Kept on goin' on for some months
Lookin' the judge right in the eyes
Feelin' his anger
Watched fools before me do petty crimes
And he's givin' 'em time
Bein' a b**ch about muggin' on me
Ni**a talkin' sh*t to me heated like
Pointing guns at individuals huh
I despise muthaf**kas like you
So 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 see
If I did take a deal it's only one year guaranteed
But I'm bout to give work
For dough in a couple more weeks
Tryin' to give 10 years
If I go to trial and lose the muthaf**ka
Then I messed around
And had to go back to the first judge
Sayin' don't work for ya
I wasn't gettin' off that easy
My case had a little substance
And the odds are stacked against me
No frontin'
Choices need to be made on the 7th
A catch 22 in my midst cuz either way I'm f**ked
Go to trial where I'll probably lose
Or take my a** on the run
Or take a deal to a lesser charge
Either one I'm gettin' struck
Cuz doin' time is a mando thang
And that got a muthaf**ka stuck
Situation Why must this sh*t always involve dying