Situation On Dirty Lyrics - Singles - Brotha Lynch Hung

Brotha Lynch Hung 

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Situation On Dirty 

V-town in the motherfucker, situation dirty and shit 

Killa, yeah 

Today's out to be recognized 

1 

I got that nigga for about 4 zones, had to get dirty though 

Left him in his driveway soakin wet sold his 6.4 

Couldn't keep it no mo' that motherfucker was filthy 

Mo' bodies done been in that trunk 

Than in the cemetary and the mortuary 

Had a bullethole by the gas tank, put 1500 in the bank 

Drig the bitch for 18 but spent 300 last year on some dank 

Shot to my brothers house and got them niggaz high 

It was the man klan, 3 deep, and the nigga six 

We was off that chocolate thai 

And all that time that 187 was on my mind 

Shot the man in cold blood 

And i knew his momma saw the drive-by 

Design, and there ain't no tv until you see me 

On americas 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 niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high 

But situation gettin filty and i gots ta have mine 

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2x 

With me it's like american express, i don't leave home without my 

Smith-n-wesson bulletproof vest 

I done dug myself a hole, now i'm trying to climb back out 

Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, i wish my brother was out 

2 

Now it started back in southside sack, i was with my momma 

Drinkin' inches of the old e, hittin chronic ever so often 

Often in another world trippin', while he was on another room stickin 

My click think sick i got that 12 guage pump started trippin 

Kick the door open, blood stains cops came 

Quietly i had to remaintain thang, same thang 

My love don't fit you, i got that us military issue 

Had to plant one in your brain, get away, if a cop 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 

Took his life, left his brains all over the pillow case 

What would you be thinkin of when your momma's yelling stop! 

My first thought was cut him in half and drag the other half to his stash 

Photos 

They say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high but situation 

Real filthy and i got ta get mine 

With me it's like american express, i don't leave home without my 

Smith-n-wesson bulletproof vest, 

I done dug myself a hole, now i'm trying to climb back out 

Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, i wish my brother was out (fades)