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Circumstances

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Circumstances was released on October 29, 1996 by Jive as a part of the album Tha Hall of Game

Song Details

AlbumTha Hall of Game

Release DateOctober 29, 1996

LabelJive

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM89

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

E-40

Lead Vocals

Luniz

Lead Vocals

COLD 187um

Background Vocals

Kokane

Background Vocals

Celly Cel

Lead Vocals

T-Pup

Lead Vocals

Mike Tha Shiek

Background Vocals

Rick Rock

Keyboards

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

COLD 187um

Songwriter

Kokane

Songwriter

Earl Stevens

Songwriter

Marcellus McCarver

Marcellus McCarver

Songwriter

Thomas Hudson

Songwriter

Ricardo Thomas

Songwriter

Garrick Husbands

Garrick Husbands

Songwriter

Gerald Ellis, Jr.

Gerald Ellis, Jr.

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Rick Rock

Producer

Mike Mosley

Mixing Engineer

Carlos Warlick

Mixing Engineer

Ryan Arnold

Recording Engineer

Tom Coyne

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Sometimes, sometimes)

(I want, I never, I never, oh why)

(So dry, sippin' it, somethin' tragic)

Dry as the fuck, and I'm the only one left with yo-yo

Seven houses down, black street, dark street folk don't matter tho'

I don't know who to trust, what to look fo'

How many **** wanna kill me?

I'm havin' a, hard time tryin' to determine if that's the homey, or the enemy

Ol' shady-ass, no build for that

Just lookin' like he plottin' on some-ass ****

But I wanted to mack like he fin' to do somethin'

And I'll get to be dumpin' on your ass ****

One of the main rules, of the game, without a doubt

****, don't you ever pull a gun and don't use it

****, that's a good way to get your brains blow out

Motherfucker like me get to flashin' then I lose it

Leave that ol' shit up to me and watch me prove it

****, you better be real about this shit

If you in it you in it don't be no punk

****, this ain't no baseball game

****, don't forfeit no damn funk

Two brothers goin' sack for sack

In the back of the 'Llac, takin' a whiffle

Strippin' the fuck up out of some willow

Poppin' ecstasy like Skittles

It'll get you in the long run, sniffin' them long ones

White girl burst ya dick and now it got ya on one

Came up shorted, circumstances **** quote it

What goes around comes around tryin' to steal this new Brady hostess

Keep your focus, and never end up with the hocus pocus

Set up hoes lovin' to get jackers to come and smoke us

Die-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious

No mercy on haters or no bitches

Got in my clitches waitin' for a **** to take some chances

So we can deal with these hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances

Takin' all these chances

You might never, ever, ever get them circumstances

Penitentiary chances

You might never, ever, ever get them circumstances

I said the world is full of crack babies

I remember when the world went crazy

Till I copped a sack, and put it down like that

Rolled out like it didn't even fade me

I said the world is full of crack babies

I remember when the world went crazy

Till I copped a sack, and put it down like that

And rolled out like it didn't even fade me

****, slang suga delight enough to get my hustle right

It's double like, a flip new Benzo with the bubble lights

Scuffle fights with rats and roaches, I was the brokest

Motherfucker, now I'm the closest **** to ballin' ferocious

Motherfucker, dust a **** off like wax off, cracks off a hard

Pimpin' ain't easy and motherfucker only if you breezy

Easy does it, I does it do it off the fluid

Come with the newest shit I come through with

Bitch, don't you hear the music?

(Too sexy for my shirt)

Too sexy for my shirt, so bad hurt

**** on the turf wanna put my ass up in the dirt, 'cause I skirt

A Lex-o and slurp a genie bottle full of X-O

Or maybe 'cause I'm with 40-Water and a jug of ethel

You can't love it, don't leave the ghetto

Me and I'm heated like two jugs of methyl

It's the lock

Damn, for the Cydal shit when vital shit starts to happen

Eager to be the **** just for cappin'

Strappin' up ain't no thang, it's survival

It's makin' sure you all good when it comes to enemies and rivals

It's Higher Learning, but it's True Lies

When it comes to the Superfly

Speedy Gonzalez destroys from the East Side

Is it ridicule or stardom? Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon

I'm makin' **** fall like cops on Rage in Harlem

I'm on some moonshine shit

Bit the cork off the Cristal

I'm drunk, so let me chill for a while

Takin' all these chances

You might never, ever, ever beat the circumstances

Penitentiary chances

You might never, ever, ever beat the circumstances

I said the world is full of crack babies

I remember when the world went crazy

Till I copped a sack, and put it down like that

Rolled out like it didn't even fade me

I said the world is full of crack babies

I remember when the world went crazy

Till I copped a sack, and put it down like that

And rolled out like it didn't even fade me

Now **** know

Well, ain't no sense in me fuckin' around

My stompin' ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E bound

To touch you with them tecs and make them marks, bounce like checks

Slide a faulty bitch up under these **** and killin' 'em off with sex

Ain't no tellin' what angle I'm comin' with these circumstances

Penitentiary chances, need a rough fluffin' tap dancers

On your hood for breedin' snitch bitch-made ****

Don't fade triggers so they quick get sprayed ****

I fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat slitters

Here, take a long time business to get paid

To get rid of you cheater

Chatter police-ass **** takin' chances

Man, you can't fuck with these circumstances

And all you O.G. motherfuckers better stop tryin' to mark them yungsters

'Cause sooner or later, they gon' dump, like some garbage dusters

Tryin' to throw yo' weight around like you gon', uh, take over a spot

****, don't you know these youngsters nowadays

Be off that water and hot?

Takin' all those chances

You might never, ever, ever beat the circumstances

Penitentiary chances

You might never, ever, ever beat the circumstances

I said the world is full of crack babies

I remember when the world went crazy

Till I copped a sack, and put it down like that

Rolled out like it didn't even fade me

I said the world is full of crack babies

I remember when the world went crazy

Till I copped a sack, and put it down like that

And rolled out like it didn't even fade me

Written by: COLD 187um, Earl Stevens, Garrick Husbands, Gerald Ellis, Jr., Kokane, Marcellus McCarver, Ricardo Thomas, Thomas Hudson

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