Situation On Dirty

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I got that nigga for about 4 zones (Why's that?), had to get dirty though (What happened?) Left him in his driveway soakin' wet, sold the 6-4 (Why?) Couldn't keep it no mo', that motherfucker was filthy More dead bodies done been in that trunk Than the cemetery and the mortuary Had a bullet hole by the gas tank, put 1500 in the bank Jugged the bitch for 18 but spent 300 lashes on some dank Shot to my brother's house and got them niggas high It was the Mann Klan, 3 Deep, and that nigga Sicx We was off that chocolate thai And all this time that 1-8-7 was on my mind Shot the man in cold blood and knew his mama saw the drive-by (Damn!) Design, and there ain't no TV until you see me On America's Most Wanted fucked up gettin' snatched out my teepee Nigga we in the back of the '69 Cut', and it's so foggy Paranoia done got me on my strap and I'm a fiend for raw meat They say all niggas talk about is murderin' and gettin' high But situation get real filthy and I got to have mine [Chorus] With me, it's like American Express I don't leave home without my Smith & Wess and bulletproof vest I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying to climb back out Done fucked with the wrong homies, I wish my little brother was out With me, it's like American Express I don't leave home without my Smith & Wess and bulletproof vest I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying to climb back out Done fucked with the wrong homies, I wish my little brother was out [Verse 2] Now it started back in Southside Sac, I was with my mama Drinkin' inches off the Olde E, hittin' chronic ever so often Off in another world trippin' while he was in another room stickin' Mind clickin' thinkin' sick, I got that 12 gauge pump, started trippin' Kicked the door open, bloodstains, cops came Quiet I had to remain, maintain, same thang My love don't fit you, I got that US military issue Had to plant one in your brain and get away If I'm caught, plead insane A couple of down-ass top notches I used to know Had a spot, I was good for 4 days off yack and chronic And makin' a plot, 'cause murder was the case, when I saw his face (What happened?) Took his life, left his brains all over the pillow case What would you be thinking of if your mama was yelling STOP! My first thought, was cut him in half and drag the other half to his staff They say all niggas talk about is murderin' and gettin' high But situations get real filthy and I got to have mine [Chorus] With me, it's like American Express I don't leave home without my Smith & Wesson bulletproof vest I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying to climb back out Done fucked with the wrong homies, I wish my little brother was out With me, it's like American Express I don't leave home without my Smith & Wess and bulletproof vest I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying to climb back out Done fucked with the wrong homies, I wish my little brother was out