Situation - Jamal

Cruisin', Low altitude my destination

As the beat crawls im bumpin' Biggie Smalls

Loungin' gettin' high off the sticky

I’m reminiscing of last night’s quickie

I feel the urge to bust a rhyme so i do it

I say a few raps then my boys jump into it

Now the vibe is felt throughout the car

The smoke (?) so i crack the window

As the smoke goes to 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 then in sight its the hype

Now I’m creeping turned off my lights and drove through the parking lot looking

for a spot

Hey in front its the valet

Yo he’s cool ya’ll niggas stash the tools

I grabbed the ticket put it in my pocket

People recognize me now I’m getting props kid

From the side Def Squad’s representing

Something wasn’t right the vibe wasn’t clicking

I told my crew wassup wassup yo lets be ghost alright

Man fuck this night tonight

As I walked out this girl ran up me with a fat ass

And a pair of old Jordache

She said she met me last year at Howard’s homecoming

I acted like i knew but I was only fronting

My situation just a situation its a fucking situation

My situation just a situation its a fucking situation

Not caring, I said lets go outside right now

I can’t hear you because the music’s too loud

I stepped out slipped the valet the ticket

Then stepped like a G to the girl i was talking to and kicked it

Saying this and that (blah blah)

Before this high take me under lemme get your phone number

On my way to the car

I heard somebody screamin out «Yo bitch where you are?»

Out came this mean, upset type nigga

And behind his black ass someone bigga

He calls out the girl im with name yall i was fucked

She turns around and say «what?»

Shit’s thick 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 is letting out

Now he gets louder and makes a scene, saying «what u want nigga»

I’m thinking about my Glock trigga

But it’s under my seat i can’t reach

Im assed out now i gotta take it to the streets

He yells out some type of codename and everyone gathers around

We’re about to get down

All in my face making crazy noise

Hype as hell showing out in front of his fuckin homeboys

«Fuck that nigga he ain’t shit!»

A voice from the Def Squad represents the click

Now somebody from his crew and my crew are 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 because her man was fronting

Acting like he wanted something but didn’t want nothing

Now i see things clear

Saying to myself «Damn i knew i shouldn’t have came here»

And I’m out