Situation (feat. E-40 & Twamp Dog)

Fuck these ****, nah, fuck these ****

Nah, nah, fuck these ****, nah, fuck these ****

Nah, fuck these ****, fuck these ****

The only one who ever saw my face, must erase

Had to get filthy dirty

Left him in his driveway soakin' wet

Hope nobody heard me

I'm out that motherfucker with four pounds of that shamrock

Ziplock, body bag, toe tag, wet t-shirt, black mask

In and out fast, murderous, vast vigorous

Stroke that **** like a zigzag rolled cigarette

And I do it to get my dick wet, brain grain rot

I was a twelve year old gettin' raped by my mama's partner

So I been in pussy since I could start nuttin'

I'm off that Chloraseptic and that Robitussin

Had an appetite for the wrong ****

Said he was real meat, but I knew he wasn't

Had me jumpin' out the back of Cadillacs on

Stinky smell to me, can't even hug my mama

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, we barbeque

In a faulty situation, that's how we do it

Situation I'm in

It seems I'm in this situation again

I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin

Sometimes I just wanna stop tryin'

Look at the situation I'm in

It seems I'm in this situation again

I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin

Why must this shit always involve dyin'?

I'm in grave shit like Sosa, Big Bank Hank

Smellin' hydrofluoric souped up Nova, pushin' crank

Callin' shots on my gossiper, faulty as Chip

1-800-LOCK-A-NUMBA on the left side of my hip

Neighborhood watch, better watch that ass

I'm a paper boy and I collects that cash

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

On the block, on the block, I clock cash so fast

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

If you go as far as the blinkin' eye, motherfucker, you gon' die

Pressure I apply, no lie, I just got finished doin' ten

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, tecs

Whatever ones work best, I make a mess

Puncture the flesh by putting holes in the chest

Vandalism, taggin' all kind of motherfuckers names on the wall

Scandalism, dyin' over all kind of

Senseless shit, that small idle death

Stealin' cars for fun, snatchin' purses, 'cause I'm young and dumb

If you a tourist, check your maps, don't make the wrong turn

Might end up in the hood where you don't belong

Situation I'm in

It seems I'm in this situation again

I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin

Why must this gut keep on cryin'?

Situation I'm in

It seems I'm in this situation again

I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin

Why must this shit always involve dyin'?

Rocket don't stop, it, a rocket don't stop

I got this dope yamp distributin' my wop

But if it was up to her foo we'd be fuckin' like beavers

But I'm an overachiever around these heaters, I don't needs a bitch

Society done fucked up and cheated that bitch

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

Dumb bitch better quit, that motherfucker first degree

He keep a leash on his dick, take notes

If I'd have poked folks, I'd tell you 'bout my stroke

But I done been gave that up, ain't healthy no more

'Cause of this yamp and her feelings

She strapped with the homies and I'm with mine

Got all the Sacramento in a bind

Easy yamp must die

The situation just ain't right

'Cause she got to bumpin' her gums like her mama so I called her

I said I got mines, get off your ass and raise your daughter

Penos at my door, three in the front, ****, four through the back

Talkin' 'bout takin' me down to the Sac

County jail strapped up 'cause I did a jack

Armed and dangerous, waited six months to come and get me

Knowin' I'm in the straps 'cause every

Time I get caught one was sittin' with me

Two times 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

Thinkin' 'bout the work that I did that night

And what went wrong to get her out her car

Thirty G bail costs to get me off, fightin'

On the streets, fuck gettin' washed

Every two weeks another court date, thinkin' I can win, that's no lie

Kept it goin' on for some months, lookin' the judge right in the eye

Feelin' his anger, watchin' fools before me

Petty crimes and he's givin' 'em time

Bein' a bitch about it, muggin' on me

**** talkin' shit to me, heated like

Pointin' guns at individuals, huh, I despise motherfuckers like you

So it ain't no love in me judgin' you, so what you gonna do?

Take it to another courtroom, and that's the first step for me

My lawyer knew the DA, 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 get work furlough in a couple more weeks

Tryin' to give me ten years if I go

To trial and lose, the motherfucker

Then I messed around and had to go back to

The first judge who said no work furlough

I wasn't gettin' off that easy, my case had a little substance

And the odds stacked against me, no frontin'

, Choices need to be made on the seventh

A catch-22 in my midst, 'cause either way I'm fucked

Go to trial where I'll probably lose and take my ass on the run

Or take a deal to a lesser charge, either one I'm gettin' struck

'Cause doin' time is a mental thing and that got a motherfucker stuck

Situations

I realize it's a situation of sin

Why must this shit always involve dyin'?