Circumstances Lyrics by E-40

Circumstances Lyrics

    [E-40]
    Uhh, dry as the fuck, and I'm (?) one left with yo-yo
    Seven houses down, black street, dark (?) folk don't matter tho'
    I don't know who to trust, what to look fo'
    How many niggaz wanna kill me?
    I'm havin a, hard time tryin to determine
    if that's the homey, or the enemy
    Ol' shady-ass, no build for that
    Just lookin like he plottin on somethin-ass nigga
    But I wanted to mack like he fin' to do somethin
    and I'll get to be dumpin on yo' ass nigga
    One of the main rules, of the game, without a doubt
    Nigga don't you ever pull a gun and don't use it
    Nigga that's a good way to get your brains blow out
    Motherfucker like me get to flashin then I lose it
    Leave that ol' shit up to me and watch me prove it
    Nigga, you betta be real about this shit
    If you in it you in it don't be no punk
    Nigga this ain't no baseball game, niggaz don't FORFEIT NO DAMN FUNK

    [T-Pup]
    Two brothers goin sack for sack
    in the back of the 'llac, takin a whiffle
    Strippin the fuck up out of some willow
    Poppin ecstasy like Skittles
    It'll get you in the long run, sniffin them long ones
    Way girl burst ya dick and now it got ya on one
    Came up shorted, circumstances nigga quote it
    What goes around comes around tryin to steal this (?) Brady hostess
    Keep your focus, and never the love of the hocus pocus
    Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to come and smoke us
    Die-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious
    No mercy on haters or no bitches
    Got in my clitches waitin for a nigga to take some chances
    so we can deal with these hardco' Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances

    Chorus: various singers together

    Takin all these CHANCES
    You might never ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES
    Penitentiary CHANCES
    You might never ever ever get them CIRCUMSTANCES

    Chorus Two: Cold 187um, Kokane + more (repeat 2X)

    I said the world is full of crack babies
    I remember when the world went crazy
    Til I copped a sack, and put it down like that
    and rolled out like it didn't even fade me

    [Yukmouth]
    Nigga - slang suga delight enough to get my hustle right
    It's double like, a flip new Benzo with the bubble lights
    Scuffle fights with rats and roaches, I was the brokest
    motherfucker, now I'm the closest nigga to ballin ferocious
    motherfucker, dust a nigga off like wax off, cracks off a hard
    (Fo' sheezy) Pimpin ain't easy and motherfucker only if you breezy
    Easy does it, I does it do it off the fluid
    Come with the newest shit I come through with
    Bitch don't you hear the music?
    (Don't you hear the music? Too sexy for my shirt)
    Too sexy for my shirt so bad hurt
    niggaz on the turf wanna put my ass up in the dirt, cause I skirt
    a Lex-o and slurp a genie bottle full of X-O
    or maybe cause I'm with 40-Water and a jug of ethel
    You can't love it, don't leave the ghetto
    Me and I'm heated like two jugs of methyl

    [Numskull]
    Damn, (??)cydal shit when vital shit starts to happen
    Eager to be the nigga just for cappin
    Strappin up ain't no thang, it's survival
    It's makin sure you all good when it comes to enemies and rivals
    It's +Higher Learning+, but it's +True Lies+
    when it comes to the +Superfly+
    Speedy Gonzalez destroyes from the Eastside
    Is it ridicule or stardom? Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon
    I'm makin niggaz fall like cops on +Rage in Harlem+
    (Beotch!) I'm on some moonshine shit
    Bit the cork off the Cristal
    I'm drunk so let me chill for a while

    Chorus
    Chorus Two

    [Celly Cel]
    Aww yeah yeah now niggaz know
    Well ain't no sense in me fuckin around
    My stompin ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E bound
    to touch you with them tecs and make them marks, bounce like checks
    Slide a faulty bitch up under these niggaz
    and killin 'em off with sex
    Ain't no tellin what angle I'm comin with these circumstances
    Penitentiary chances, nina ruff fluffin tap dancers
    on your hood for breedin snitch bitch-made niggaz
    Don't fade triggers so they quick get sprayed niggaz
    I fuck with wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat slitters
    (??) take a long time business to get paid
    to get rid of you cheater
    Chatter police-ass niggaz takin chances (takin chances)
    Man you can't fuck with these circumstances

    [E-40]
    And all you O.G. motherfuckers better stop tryin to mark them yungsta
    cause sooner or later, they gon' dump, like some garbage dusters
    Tryin to throw yo' weight around,
    like you gon', uhh, take over a spot
    Nigga don't you know these youngsters nowadays
    be off that water and hot?

    Chorus
    Chorus Two

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