Situation E

Yo. Ooh. I'm with it. I'm With it Now we got the weed. Fuck it. Cruisin' low altitude, my destination. As the beat crawls, I'm bumpin' Biggie Smalls. Loungin', gettin' high off the sticky. I'm reminiscin' 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 in too. Now the vibe is felt throughout the car. The smoke blinds us in though, so I crack The window. As the smoke is clear from being Hectic, just in time for me to get off The fuckin' exit. I get off, make a right, Go down six lights, and in sight is the Hype. Now I'm creepin', turn off my lights, Drivin' through the parkin' lot lookin' for a spot. Hey, in front there's the valet. Yo, that's cool, y'all niggas stash the tools. To dial, I grab the ticket, put it in My pocket. People recognize me, now I'm gettin' Props, dig. Walked inside, Death Squad's Representin'. Somethin' wasn't right, The vibe wasn't clickin'. I told my crew, "What's up? What's up? Yo, let's be ghosts, aight? And fuck this night tonight." As I walked out, this girl ran up on Me with the 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 frontin'. My situations, that's the situations. Just a fuckin' situations. My situations, that's the situations. Just a fuckin' situations. Not carin', I said, "Let's go outside right now. I can't hear you because the music's blarin'." I stepped out, slipped the valet the ticket, Then stepped to the G I was talkin' to And kicked it. Sayin' this and that, Blahzy blah. "Before this high take me under, Let me get your phone number." On the way to the car, I heard somebody Screamin', "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, Out as fuck. She turned around and said, "What?" Shit stick, 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 Lettin' out. Now he gets louder, Makes a scene. Sayin', "What you want, Nigga?" I'm thinkin' about my Glock trigger. That's under my seat, I can't reach. I'm assed out, now I got to take it To the streets. He yells out some type of Code name. They all gather around waitin' to get Down. Still in my face makin' crazy noise. Hype as hell, and so was one of his Fuckin' homeboys. "Fuck that nigga, he ain't shit!" A voice from the Death Squad represents the clique. Now somebody from his crew and my crew makin' Ruckus. Two rowdy motherfuckers. Darkness covers the whole atmosphere. Sayin' to myself, "I knew I shouldn'ta came here." Shots rang out, bang bang out, slang slang out. Damn, so I pull my thing 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. All for nothin' 'cause a man was frontin', Actin' like he want somethin', didn't want nothin'. Now I see things clear, sayin' to myself, "Damn, I knew I shouldn'ta came here." My situation, that's the situations. Just a fuckin' situations. My situation, that's the situations. Just a fuckin' situations. My situation, situation. Just a fuckin' situations. My situation, just the situations. Just a fuckin' situation. It's in the mouth.