Brotha Lynch Hung - Situation On Dirty Lyrics
V-town in the mother*****er, situation dirty and shitKilla, yeahTodays out to be recognizedVerse 1I got that nigga for about 4 zones, had to get dirty thoughLeft him in his driveway soakin wet sold his 6.4Couldnt keep it no mo that mother*****er was filthyMo bodies done been in that trunkThan in the cemetary and the mortuaryHad a bullethole by the gas tank, put 1500 in the bankDrig the ***** for 18 but spent 300 last year on some dankShot to my brothers house and got them niggaz highIt was the man klan, 3 deep, and the nigga sixWe was off that chocolate thaiAnd all that time that 187 was on my mindShot the man in cold bloodAnd I knew his momma saw the drive-byDesign, and there aint no tv until you see meOn americas most wanted *****ed up gettin snatched out my teepeeNigga we in the back of the 69 cut, and its so foggyParanoia done got me on my strap and Im a fiend for raw meatThey say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin highBut situation gettin filty and I gots ta have mineChorus 2xWith me its like american express, I dont leave home without mySmith-n-wesson bulletproof vestI done dug myself a hole, now Im trying to climb back outYa ***** with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was outVerse 2Now it started back in southside sack, I was with my mommaDrinkin inches of the old e, hittin chronic ever so oftenOften in another world trippin, while he was on another room stickinMy click think sick I got that 12 guage pump started trippinKick the door open, blood stains cops cameQuietly I had to remaintain thang, same thangMy love dont fit you, I got that us military issueHad to plant one in your brain, get away, if a cop plead insaneA couple of down ass top notches I used to know, had a spotI was good for 4 days off yack and chronic and makin a plotCause murder was the case, when I saw his faceTook his life, left his brains all over the pillow caseWhat would you be thinkin of when your mommas yelling stop!My first thought was cut him in half and drag the other half to his stashThey say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high but situationReal filthy and I got ta get mineChorusWith me its like american express, I dont leave home without mySmith-n-wesson bulletproof vest,I done dug myself a hole, now Im trying to climb back outYa ***** with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was out ( fades )
