Situation Lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

(Lynch): 

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 muthafucka 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 nigga 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 pussy since I could start nuttin' 

I'm off that Cloraseptic and that Robatussin 

Had a appetite for the wrong nigga, 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 

Chorus: 

Situation, baby it seems I'm in a situation again 

I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin 

Sometimes I just wanna stop tryin' 

Why must this shit always involve dying? 

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(E-40): 

Runnin' shit 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 ass 

I'm a paperboy and I collects that cash 

One more muthafuckin' complaint and your ass ain't gon' last 

On a block where I clock cash so fast 

This is a stick up, nigga, don't even try it 

If you go as far as to blink an eye, muthafucka 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 muthafuckas names on the wall 

Scandalism, dyin' over all kinds of senseless shit 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' 

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(First Degree): 

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 fuckin' like beavers 

But I'm an over achiever around these heaters 

I don't need a bitch, society done fucked up and cheated that bitch 

Now she lookin' for a nigga like me to feed her and shit 

Dumb bitch better quit, that muthafucka 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 ass and raise your daughter 

(Twamp Dog): 

Peniles at my door, three in the front, nigga, 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, fuckin' 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 bitch about muggin' on me, nigga talkin' shit to me, heated like 

Pointing guns at individuals, huh, I despise muthafuckas 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 muthafucka 

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 fucked 

Go to trial where I'll probably lose, or take my ass 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 muthafucka stuck 

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