Tight Situations
The Lost Boyz ft Queens Most Wanted
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Yo, Blaque B, what's the deal, what's poppin'?
Ain't nothin'
Aight, what's the deal? We gotta get these papers up
This cat gotta come through with somethin'
I hope his papers is long
Aight, you know what it is, I got this
Cat 'bout to come up here, though
I'ma tell you about it later, I'm out, shit is real
Aight, catch you
I'm in this tight situation, I'm at this chick's crib uptown
Niggas tried to come through and lock me down
It seems like a setup, now niggas tried to wet me from the door
Half a second of gun play, then I made my detour
Shot through the glass, hit the balcony, how could she
Set me up like that? I caught my balance, shot back
I'm jettin' down the fire escape, outside it's rainin'
I'm takin' five steps at a time, enemy is gainin'
On me, my niggas tried to warn me with my steppin'
It's good though, 'cause on the low a nigga had his weapon
I'm jettin' down this dead end, real, I hit the street
I got no jacket on my back but I got Timbs on my feet
Play my life with precautions, back against the wall
I'm lookin' for my enemies, I'm searchin' for them all
No bullets bein' fired so now a nigga's jettin'
To the corner, that's where I approach a different setting
I put away my burner now I'm searchin' for the train
The only motherfucker with no coat, I'm in the rain
There's deep walkers walkin', I gotta play it cool
Even though this thermal that I wore covered up my tool
I'm in these tight situations, life or death decisions
Try meals with the livin' dead, it's head on head collisions
Man, it's real in this battlefield, problems get raw
Get your life in gear but prepare for war
Now I peep this grocery store above the train station
I show nobody love, I'm holdin' no conversation
I cop me a Guinness Stout, a few Dutches
Now I'm out, back to Queens for some ammo, no doubt
I jetted down the staircase, purchased me a token
I gave the clerk a slurp and listened, jerk, I'm not jokin'
Yo, listen, money, can you direct me to the E?
I'm goin' through this bullshit at 3:53
In the morning, word to Moms, I can't believe she tried to hit me
I knew somethin' was fishy when she said she'd come to get me
Talkin', I got my whip and talkin' she'll bring me back
But on the low I didn't know that shorty ridin' with a jack
I'm sittin' on the train, I fiddled with my brain and bustin' dirty
I'm in the zone, I got my motherfuckin' chrome, be murdy
Niggas lookin' at me, they don't want it, they only bluffin'
Besides, I got two slides for four, arch ya ends, sucker
Fuck them niggas, I lit up my bone, jumped in the nine
Niggas know what I mean, I'm in my Queens state of mind
Jumped off on Rockaway, that's just a block away from Gramercy
The block is rather hot, they got surveillance tapes and cameras
I see none of my peeps up on the street so I keep movin'
Peep bottles with the skirts in 'em, I know that's where my crew been
My mind need a touch-up, roll a dutch up while I'm walkin'
I'm takin' step for step, dolo dutch while my girl gets on myself
Can't put my finger on just what happened
Me and shorty stashed in the ghetto, tappin', endin' in clappin'
Yo, it's real in this battlefield, this shit is raw
Get your life in gear but prepare for war, yo
I'm in these tight situations, life or death decisions
Try meals with the livin' dead, it's head on head collisions
It's real in this battlefield, problems get raw
Get your life in gear but prepare for war, yo
It's tight situations, life or death decisions
Try meals with the livin' dead, it's head on head collisions
It's real in this battlefield, problems get raw
Get your life in gear but prepare for war, yo
It's 12 AM the next day, the next day
Niggas at the table smokin' weed, cleanin' TECs day
We got this man to go uptown and bring the raw
Jack Daniels and lime, man, it's time to score
I'm enterin' from the spot where I went out
Spoke about the situation, let the men out
Got each man on the corner, now he watchin' out for coppers
We poppin' anybody tryna stop us
Perfect, shorty's asleep, didn't even hear me creep
Now keep it, fellas, it gets deep
Lit up a motherfuckin' L, smacked her in the grill
When she rose, I asked, "What's the deal?"
Before she could reply I threw the gun down her throat
Threw the bitch in the yoke, that's no joke
Got my Infamous in first, then I put five in her
Then took my cats out for dinner
These tight situations, life or death decisions
Try meals with the livin' dead, it's head on head collisions
It's real in this battlefield, problems get raw
Get your life in gear but prepare for war
See, it's tight situations, life or death decisions
Try meals with the livin' dead, it's head on head collisions
Man, it's real in this battlefield, problems get raw
Get your shit in gear but prepare for war, yo
Bitches always wanna be the motherfuckers settin' it up
Always got that trap, that pussy's a trap
It's alright, though, I still get my trap on
Haha, if I had to get my trap on and cap on
Then I gots to go get fam, we gon' roll like this here
And we fam, you understand? Like this, nine-seven
Queens most wanted, you know what I'm sayin'?
One-three-four got boo, we keep it tight for fam, roll
So far from value one, baby, we takin' it beyond shit
Group Home is management, you know what I'm sayin'?
J Rav chief of staff, baby, lock us down
Word up, lay shots and whatever you do, nigga
Get your life on, and all y'all niggas that's worried
About what the fuck we doin', mind your fuckin' business
Word to Moms, chill, to the motherfuckers that's real
You know what I'm sayin'? Not to the fake motherfuckers
You know the fake motherfucker that smile at you
And go behind your back and shit on you, right?
You know that? I know that nigga too
But I motherfuckin' don't roll with that nigga
I'll beat that nigga ass
Ayo, all my niggas say, "Beat that nigga ass"
That's my word, we gon' beat niggas' ass
We don't give a fuck, man, we got no shots
Throw your hands, nigga, we too thick to tell
We tight, we tight too