E-40 - Circumstances Lyrics
[e-40]Uhh, dry as the *****, and Im (? ) one left with yo-yoSeven houses down, black street, dark (? ) folk dont matter thoI dont know who to trust, what to look foHow many niggaz wanna kill me?Im havin a, hard time tryin to determineIf thats the homey, or the enemyOl shady-ass, no build for thatJust lookin like he plottin on somethin-ass niggaBut I wanted to mack like he fin to do somethinAnd Ill get to be dumpin on yo ass niggaOne of the main rules, of the game, without a doubtNigga dont you ever pull a gun and dont use itNigga thats a good way to get your brains blow outMother*****er like me get to flashin then I lose itLeave that ol shit up to me and watch me prove itNigga, you betta be real about this shitIf you in it you in it dont be no punkNigga this aint no baseball game, niggaz dont forfeit no damn funk[t-pup]Two brothers goin sack for sackIn the back of the llac, takin a whiffleStrippin the ***** up out of some willowPoppin ecstasy like skittlesItll get you in the long run, sniffin them long onesWay girl burst ya dick and now it got ya on oneCame up shorted, circumstances nigga quote itWhat goes around comes around tryin to steal this (? ) brady hostessKeep your focus, and never the love of the hocus pocusSet up hoes lovin to get jackers to come and smoke usDie-hard soldier, t-pup-alicious, cops get viciousNo mercy on haters or no *****esGot in my clitches waitin for a nigga to take some chancesSo we can deal with these hardco sic-wid-it-ass circumstancesChorus: various singers togetherTakin all these chancesYou might never ever ever get them circumstancesPenitentiary chancesYou might never ever ever get them circumstancesChorus two: cold 187um, kokane + more (repeat 2x)I said the world is full of crack babiesI remember when the world went crazyTil I copped a sack, and put it down like thatAnd rolled out like it didnt even fade me[yukmouth]Nigga - slang suga delight enough to get my hustle rightIts double like, a flip new benzo with the bubble lightsScuffle fights with rats and roaches, I was the brokestMother*****er, now Im the closest nigga to ballin ferociousMother*****er, dust a nigga off like wax off, cracks off a hard(fo sheezy) pimpin aint easy and mother*****er only if you breezyEasy does it, I does it do it off the fluidCome with the newest shit I come through with***** dont you hear the music?(dont you hear the music? too sexy for my shirt)Too sexy for my shirt so bad hurtNiggaz on the turf wanna put my ass up in the dirt, cause I skirtA lex-o and slurp a genie bottle full of x-oOr maybe cause Im with 40-water and a jug of ethelYou cant love it, dont leave the ghettoMe and Im heated like two jugs of methyl[numskull]Damn, (? ? )cydal shit when vital shit starts to happenEager to be the nigga just for cappinStrappin up aint no thang, its survivalIts makin sure you all good when it comes to enemies and rivalsIts +higher learning+, but its +true lies+When it comes to the +superfly+Speedy gonzalez destroyes from the eastsideIs it ridicule or stardom? did we hurt yo feelings, pardonIm makin niggaz fall like cops on +rage in harlem+(beotch!) Im on some moonshine shitBit the cork off the cristalIm drunk so let me chill for a whileChorusChorus two[celly cel]Aww yeah yeah now niggaz knowWell aint no sense in me *****in aroundMy stompin ground be the h-i-double-l-s-i-d-e boundTo touch you with them tecs and make them marks, bounce like checksSlide a faulty ***** up under these niggazAnd killin em off with sexAint no tellin what angle Im comin with these circumstancesPenitentiary chances, nina ruff fluffin tap dancersOn your hood for breedin snitch *****-made niggazDont fade triggers so they quick get sprayed niggazI ***** with wig-splitters, colombian neck-tie throat slitters(? ? ) take a long time business to get paidTo get rid of you cheaterChatter police-ass niggaz takin chances (takin chances)Man you cant ***** with these circumstances[e-40]And all you o.g. mother*****ers better stop tryin to mark them yungstaCause sooner or later, they gon dump, like some garbage dustersTryin to throw yo weight around,Like you gon, uhh, take over a spotNigga dont you know these youngsters nowadaysBe off that water and hot?ChorusChorus two
