Situation

<br>(lynch):<br><br>The only one who ever saw my face, I must erase, had to get filthy dirty<br><br>Left him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard me<br><br>Im out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that shamrock<br><br>Zip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet t-shirt, black mask<br><br>In and out fast, murderous, vast vigorous<br><br>Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,<br><br>And I do it to get my dick wet<br><br>Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin raped by my mommas partner<br><br>So Ive been in pussy since I could start nuttin<br><br>Im off that cloraseptic and that robatussin<br><br>Had a appetite for the wrong nigga, said he was real meat but I knew he wasnt<br><br>Had me dumpin out the back of cadillacs on walter<br><br>Got a stinky smell to him, cant even hug my momma<br><br>Im so sick I cant sleep at night, might swallow my tongue<br><br>Get all the gas deposits out the closet, let the water run<br><br>Get the flame thrower, lighter fluid, paper plates, cuz we barbacuin<br><br>In a funky situation thats how we do it<br><br><br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Situation, baby it seems Im in a situation again<br><br>I fuckin realize its a situation of sin<br><br>Sometimes I just wanna stop tryin<br><br>Why must this shit always involve dying? <br><br><br><br>(e-40):<br><br>Runnin shit like sosza, big bank hank<br><br>Smebbin in a high performance zooped up nova, pushin crank<br><br>Callin shots on my gossipper, faulty chip<br><br>1-800 locker number, on the left side of my hip<br><br>Neighborhood watch better watch that ass<br><br>Im a paperboy and I collects that cash<br><br>One more muthafuckin complaint and your ass aint gon last<br><br>On a block where I clock cash so fast<br><br>This is a stick up, nigga, dont even try it<br><br>If you go as far as to blink an eye, muthafucka you gon die<br><br>Pressure I apply, no lie, I got just finished doin 10<br><br>For what? for killin my best friend<br><br>And Ill murder again if Im forced, then I must<br><br>After the first time the second time was a rush<br><br>What about the third time? the third time felt like sex<br><br>What kind of guns did you use? choppers, uzis, teks<br><br>Whatever one works best<br><br>Ill make a mess upon shooting flesh, bout 15 holes in his chest<br><br>Vandalism, taggin all muthafuckas names on the wall<br><br>Scandalism, dyin over all kinds of senseless shit thats small<br><br>Auto theft, stealin cars for fun<br><br>Snatchin purses cuz Im young and dumb<br><br>If you a tourist check yo map, dont make the wrong turn<br><br>Might end up in the hood where you gon be learnin<br><br><br><br>Chorus<br><br><br><br>(first degree):<br><br>Rock it, dont stop it, rock it, dont stop<br><br>I got this dirty yemp distributin my womp<br><br>But if it was up to her, fool wed be fuckin like beavers<br><br>But Im an over achiever around these heaters<br><br>I dont need a bitch, society done fucked up and cheated that bitch<br><br>Now she lookin for a nigga like me to feed her and shit<br><br>Dumb bitch better quit, that muthafucka first degree keep a leash on his dick<br><br>Take notes, sit by the poor folks, I tell you bout my strokes<br><br>But I done been gave that up, aint healthy no more<br><br>Cuz a this yappin and feelin, she strapped with the homies<br><br>And her weak mind got all of sacramento in a bind<br><br>Lizzy ann must die, the situation just aint right<br><br>Cuz she got to bumpin her gums like her momma, so I called her<br><br>I said I got mines, get off your ass and raise your daughter<br><br><br><br>(twamp dog):<br><br>Peniles at my door, three in the front, nigga, four through the back<br><br>Talkin bout takin me down to the sac town county jail,<br><br>Strapped up cuz I did a jack<br><br>Armed and dangerous, waited 6 months to come and get me<br><br>Knowin Im into straps, cuz every time I get caught one was sittin with me<br><br>2 time before this, now add one more to the program quick<br><br>Shackled down, now Im on a mission to a one man cell with the quickness<br><br>Think about the work that I did that night and what went wrong,<br><br>To get a rider caught<br><br>30g bail cost to get me off, fightin on the street, fuckin watched<br><br>Every 2 weeks another court date, thinkin I can win, thats no lie<br><br>Kept on goin on for some months, lookin the judge right in the eyes<br><br>Feelin his anger,<br><br>Watched fools before me do petty crimes and hes givin em time<br><br>Bein a bitch about muggin on me, nigga talkin shit to me, heated like<br><br>Pointing guns at individuals, huh, I despise muthafuckas like you<br><br>So it aint no love for me judgin you, watcha gon do? <br><br>Take it to another court room? <br><br>And thats the first step for me, my lawyer knew the d.a.<br><br>You know, so he tried to hook a brother up, you see<br><br>If I did take a deal, its only one year guaranteed<br><br>But Im bout to give work for dough in a couple more weeks<br><br>Tryin to give 10 years, if I go to trial and lose the muthafucka<br><br>Then I messed around and had to go back to the first judge,<br><br>Sayin dont work for ya<br><br>I wasnt gettin off that easy, my case had a little substance<br><br>And the odds are stacked against me, no frontin<br><br>Choices need to be made on the 7th<br><br>A catch 22 in my midst, cuz either way Im fucked<br><br>Go to trial where Ill probably lose, or take my ass on the run<br><br>Or take a deal to a lesser charge, either one Im gettin struck<br><br>Cuz doin time is a mando thang and that got a muthafucka stuck<br><br><br><br>Chorus