Situation

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