Situation

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Cruisin', low altitude, my destination As the beat crawls, I'm bumpin' Biggie Smalls Loungin', gettin' high off the sticky I'm reminiscing on last night's quickie I feel the urge to bust a rhyme, so I do it I say a few raps and my boys jump into it (Check one, two) Now the vibe is felt throughout the car The smoke blinds us indo, so i crack the window As the smoke gets clear from being hectic Just in time for me to get off the fuckin' exit I get off, make a right Go down 6 flights and then sight, it's the hype (Word up) Now I'm creeping, turned off my brights Drivin' through the parking lot, looking for a spot Hey, in front there's the valet Yo that's cool, y'all niggas stash the tools Tadow! I grabbed the ticket, put it in my pocket People recognize me now I'm getting props, dig Walking inside Def Squad's representing Something wasn't right, the vibe wasn't clicking I told my crew "Wassup, wassup, yo, let's be ghost (ghost), alright And fuck this night tonight (alright)" As I walked out this girl ran up on me with a fat ass And a pair of old Jordans She said she met me last year at Howard's Homecoming Act like I knew but I was only fronting {Chorus} My situation's just a situation Just a fucking situation My situation's just a situation Just a fucking situation {Verse 2} Not caring, I said "Let's go outside right now I can't hear you because the music's blaring" I stepped out, slipped the valet the ticket Then stepped to the G I was talking to and kicked it Saying this and that blahzay blah "Before this high take me under, lemme get your phone number" (Aight) On the way to the car I heard somebody screamin' out "Yo bitch, wait for..." Out came this mean, upset type nigga And behind his black ass, someone bigger He calls out the girl I'm with name, y'all, loud as fuck She turned around and said "What?" Shit's sticky, he comes over with the grill Ready to stomp the bitch, but I say "Chill" He fronts like he wants it no doubt Right about this time, the whole club's letting out Now he gets louder, makes a scene, saying "What you want, nigga" I'm thinking about my Glock trigga That's under my seat, I can't reach I'm assed out, now I gotta take it to the streets (Like that y'all) He yells out some type of codename They all gather around, we're in to get down Still in my face making crazy noise Hype as hell, and so is one of his fuckin' homeboys "(...Mally) Fuck that nigga, he ain't shit!" A voice from the Def Squad represents the click Now somebody from his crew, and my crew making ruckus Two rowdy muthafuckas Darkness covers the whole atmosphere Saying to myself "I knew I shouldn't have came here" Shots rang out, bang bang out, slang slang out Damn, so I pulled my thang out Pow! I see blood hit my coat I didn't feel hit, so I didn't choke The girl dropped, she got shot Two to the headpiece, B, and she died instantly Over nothing, 'cause her man was fronting Acting like he wanted something, didn't want nothing Now I see things clear Saying to myself "Damn, I knew I shouldn't have came here" {Chorus} My situation, just a situation Just a fucking situation My situation, just a situation Just a fucking situation My situation, situation Just a fucking situation My situation, just a situation Just a fucking situation [Outro] And I'm out