Situation 9 Lyrics - Singles - Choclair

Umm, for all these wild niggas (umm, yeah) 

Some bullshitters, know what I'm saying (yeah) 

Straight runnin. wild (realize) doing their thang, yeah 

For all those Nino Brown niggas (yeah) 

John Gotti niggas, know what I'm saying (yeah) 

Niggas trying to run shit (trying to run the game) 

Don't know (Don't know) 

It's all a game... 

[Verse 1] 

Yo, it's like night life, ball fights, brothers getting sliced 

Lay niggas, up on the floor, for people acting hardcore (yeah) 

And others caught in the crossfire, and dying at age young 

They leave .em by their loved ones 

People wondering, Toronto Sunday saying, we acting like some savages (savages) 

People acting it, pulling triggers and they stabbing kids (stabbing kids) 

They pose as bad boys up in club scenes 

Keep the grill screwed, leaving blood stains on blue jeans 

Then Po-Po, rushes through the entrance, he hits the exits 

Hops into his act, wheels spinning on some next shit {*tires peel out*} 

Now we got our G-stripes, bragging rights 

Little kids with no direction, look at him right 

Cause he got my car to style, Medina robber style 

Yeah, he bad now, but remember, what comes around, goes around 

(shhhh) Who be blind to the future 

You need to understand 

You need to understand, my man 

(Yeah!!) 

Chorus: 

Peoples get themselves caught up, and then shot up 

Bucked to the head for all the shit they done brought up 

The situation, got them iller than an AIDS patient 

Wild niggas, who be acting like they free-pacing 

[Verse 2] 

Now, as time goes by 

He's looking out his window, see some people outside 

With dark clothes and dark shades 

And all around is pure clouds packing rain 

He calls his man Jermaine, and tells him that 

Shit's going down and meet him at his home, he packs a 4-pound (4-pound) 

He waits around, with the sweat dripping from his brow 

Where the law be now, nervousness has his head swinging side-to-side 

Checks the door, he's see his man up in the ride 

He's rolling outside, first looking all around 

The sniper fire from the roof, it makes him drop and hit the ground 

He makes a mad dash to the car door 

Tells his man to move, he slams the pedal on the car floor {*tires peel out*} 

Now bullet-proof windows, they be reflecting it 

Now he's thinking back up to the party, he's regretting it 

But he's deep in it, and there's nothing he can do, but to call his boo 

Who be at home, taking care of his one year old 

He says, situation's thick, there's niggas after me 

It ain't no stopping them, until they capping me (naw) 

Hold the fort down, I.ll be aight, I.ll give you a call in the morn 

She says there's two up on my floor, with one kicking down my door 

He calls his man Nick, to check the situation (situation) 

When he arrives all he sees is an assassination (assassination) 

And when they one step ahead, so now an ambush is in the waiting 

Understand, you need to understand, my man 

(You need to recognize and realize, boy!) 

Chorus: [Repeat 2 times] 

[Verse 3] 

Now there's vengeance on the mind, time for him to take back what's stolen 

He tells Jermaine to meet him at the docks 

At 5 o.clock, keep the glocks cocked 

I got the blueprints, to run up on these niggas (Word up dog!) 

So when the time comes for them to meet 

He sees the car, but finds Jermaine slumped in the driver seat (what to do) 

People cut themselves off of him, cause if they down they be shot too 

His mother's in the rage, face on the front page 

Now the man's after him, the clan's after him, mob's after him 

He's still at damage son, last thought's killing (uhhh) 

The only thought in his head, now to do is run 

Buys his ticket at the International pier son 

Not, knowing that there's man 

Standing behind .em with, 9-millimeters in hand (He turns around to his surprise) 

Feels the burning on the inside, cold on the outside 

And the people did the shooting, got away up with his life-time (Ah-yo) 

Chorus: [Repeat 3 times] 

(You fucking with your life boy) 

Yeah, (uh-uh) wild niggas (uh-uh, wild niggas) 

You fucking with your life boy 

(You fucking with your life boy) 

Uhhh, You fucking with your life boy 

Uhhh... 

Chorus: [Repeat 1 time]