Brotha Lynch Hung - 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 meIm out that mutha*****a 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 mommas partnerSo Ive been in ***** since I could start nuttinIm off that cloraseptic and that robatussinHad a appetite for the wrong nigga, said he was real meat but I knew he wasntHad me dumpin out the back of cadillacs on walterGot a stinky smell to him, cant even hug my mommaIm so sick I cant 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 barbacuinIn a funky situation thats how we do itChorus:Situation, baby it seems Im in a situation againI *****in realize its a situation of sinSometimes I just wanna stop tryinWhy 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 assIm a paperboy and I collects that cashOne more mutha*****in complaint and your ass aint gon lastOn a block where I clock cash so fastThis is a stick up, nigga, dont even try itIf you go as far as to blink an eye, mutha*****a you gon diePressure I apply, no lie, I got just finished doin 10For what? for killin my best friendAnd Ill murder again if Im 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 bestIll make a mess upon shooting flesh, bout 15 holes in his chestVandalism, taggin all mutha*****as names on the wallScandalism, dyin over all kinds of senseless shit thats smallAuto theft, stealin cars for funSnatchin purses cuz Im young and dumbIf you a tourist check yo map, dont make the wrong turnMight end up in the hood where you gon be learninChorus(first degree):Rock it, dont stop it, rock it, dont stopI got this dirty yemp distributin my wompBut if it was up to her, fool wed be *****in like beaversBut Im an over achiever around these heatersI dont need a *****, society done *****ed up and cheated that *****Now she lookin for a nigga like me to feed her and shitDumb ***** better quit, that mutha*****a 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, aint 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 aint 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 Im 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 Im 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, *****in watchedEvery 2 weeks another court date, thinkin I can win, thats 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 hes givin em timeBein a ***** about muggin on me, nigga talkin shit to me, heated likePointing guns at individuals, huh, I despise mutha*****as like youSo it aint no love for me judgin you, watcha gon do?Take it to another court room?And thats 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, its only one year guaranteedBut Im bout to give work for dough in a couple more weeksTryin to give 10 years, if I go to trial and lose the mutha*****aThen I messed around and had to go back to the first judge,Sayin dont work for yaI wasnt gettin off that easy, my case had a little substanceAnd the odds are stacked against me, no frontinChoices need to be made on the 7thA catch 22 in my midst, cuz either way Im *****edGo to trial where Ill probably lose, or take my ass on the runOr take a deal to a lesser charge, either one Im gettin struckCuz doin time is a mando thang and that got a mutha*****a stuckChorus
