(lynch):

The only one who ever saw my face, i must erase, had to get filthy dirty

Left him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard me

I'm out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that shamrock

Zip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet t-shirt, black mask

In and out fast, murderous, vast vigorous

Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,

And i do it to get my dick wet

Brain grain rotten, i was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my momma's partner

So i've been in pussy since i could start nuttin'

I'm off that cloraseptic and that robatussin

Had a appetite for the wrong nigga, said he was real meat but i knew he wasn't

Had me dumpin' out the back of cadillac's on walter

Got a stinky smell to him, can't even hug my momma

I'm 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, cuz we barbacuin'

In a funky situation that's how we do it



Chorus:

Situation, baby it seems i'm in a situation again

I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin

Sometimes i just wanna stop tryin'

Why must this shit always involve dying?



(e-40):

Runnin' shit like sosza, big bank hank

Smebbin' in a high performance zooped up nova, pushin' crank

Callin' shots on my gossipper, faulty chip

1-800 locker number, on the left side of my hip

Neighborhood watch better watch that ass

I'm a paperboy and i collects that cash

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

On a block where i clock cash so fast

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

If you go as far as to blink an eye, muthafucka you gon' die

Pressure i apply, no lie, i got just finished doin' 10

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, teks

Whatever one works best

I'll make a mess upon shooting flesh, 'bout 15 holes in his chest

Vandalism, taggin' all muthafuckas names on the wall

Scandalism, dyin' over all kinds of senseless shit that's small

Auto theft, stealin' cars for fun

Snatchin' purses cuz i'm young and dumb

If you a tourist check yo' map, don't make the wrong turn

Might end up in the hood where you gon' be learnin'



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(first degree):

Rock it, don't stop it, rock it, don't stop

I got this dirty yemp distributin' my womp

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

But i'm an over achiever around these heaters

I don't need a bitch, society done fucked up and cheated that bitch

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

Dumb bitch better quit, that muthafucka first degree keep a leash on his dick

Take notes, sit by the poor folks, i tell you 'bout my strokes

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

Cuz a this yappin' and feelin', she strapped with the homies

And her weak mind got all of sacramento in a bind

Lizzy ann must die, the situation just ain't right

Cuz she got to bumpin' her gums like her momma, so i called her

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



(twamp dog):

Peniles at my door, three in the front, nigga, four through the back

Talkin' bout takin' me down to the sac town county jail,

Strapped up cuz i did a jack

Armed and dangerous, waited 6 months to come and get me

Knowin' i'm into straps, cuz every time i get caught one was sittin' with me

2 time 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

Think about the work that i did that night and what went wrong,

To get a rider caught

30g bail cost to get me off, fightin' on the street, fuckin' watched

Every 2 weeks another court date, thinkin' i can win, that's no lie

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

Feelin' his anger,

Watched fools before me do petty crimes and he's givin' 'em time

Bein' a bitch about muggin' on me, nigga talkin' shit to me, heated like

Pointing guns at individuals, huh, i despise muthafuckas like you

So it ain't no love for me judgin' you, watcha gon' do?

Take it to another court room?

And that's the first step for me, my lawyer knew the d.a.

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 give work for dough in a couple more weeks

Tryin' to give 10 years, if i go to trial and lose the muthafucka

Then i messed around and had to go back to the first judge,

Sayin' don't work for ya

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

And the odds are stacked against me, no frontin'

Choices need to be made on the 7th

A catch 22 in my midst, cuz either way i'm fucked

Go to trial where i'll probably lose, or take my ass on the run

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

Cuz doin' time is a mando thang and that got a muthafucka stuck



Chorus