Situations (feat. Twamp Dog, First Degree the D.E. & E-40)

Situations - Brotha Lynch Hung/Twamp Dog/First Degree The D.E./E-40

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

***歌詞來自第三方***