Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tight Situations, artist - Lost Boyz. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Song language: English
Tight Situations |
| «Yo Black B, what’s the deal? |
| What’s popping?» |
| «Ain't nothing» |
| «Aight, what’s the deal? |
| We got to get this paper y’all |
| This cat had to come through or something» |
| «I hope his paper’s is long» |
| «Aight, youknowI’msayin? |
| I got this cat about to come up here though |
| I’ma tell you about it later, (mumbles) oh shit is real |
| Aight catch ya» |
| (*Freaky Tah says «Now» several times*) |
| (Mr. Cheeks) |
| I’m in this tight situation |
| I’m at this chicks crib uptown |
| Niggas try to come through and lock me down |
| Now it seems like a set-up |
| And niggas try to wet me from the door |
| Half a second of gun blaze then I’m in 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 I started sprayin |
| I’m takin five steps at a time enemy is gaining |
| On me, my niggas tried to warn me when my steppin |
| It’s good though cause on a low a nigga had his weapon |
| I’m jettin down this dead end thrill |
| I hit the street I got no jacket on my back |
| But I got my Tim’s on my feet |
| When my life broke across me back against the wall |
| I’m lookin for my enemies I’m searchin for them all |
| No bullets being fired so now a nigga’s jettin to the corner |
| That’s where most of the people settin |
| I break-away my burner now I’m searchin for the train |
| The only motherfucker with no coat I’m in the rain |
| There’s beef walkers walkin I gotta play it cool |
| Even though he’s firm with that I walk covered up my jewel |
| I’m in a tight situation… (*Mr. Cheeks raps in the background*) |
| (Queens Most Wanted) |
| «Black B the shit went down world wide B» |
| «Word, what happened?» |
| «Yo nigga started mouthing off |
| I don’t know if nigga’s still breathing |
| All I know is that I made moues» |
| «Well yo, 8 moues I’ma need you my fault |
| I’ll meet you there» |
| «Aight» |
| (Mr. Cheeks) |
| …real in this battlefield violence being born |
| Get your shit in a year, but prepare for war |
| Now I peep this grocery store I’m off the train station |
| I ain’t showin nobody love I’m holdin no conversation |
| I cop me a (???) a few Dutch’s now I’m out |
| That’s Queens for some ammo, no doubt |
| I jetted down the staircase purchased me a Togan |
| I gave the freak a smirk listen jerk I’m not joking |
| Now listen money, can you tell that me to the E, hey? |
| I’m going through this bullshit at 3:53 in the morning |
| Word to moms I can’t believe she tried to hit me |
| I knew something was fishy but she said she comin to get me |
| Talkin about my work and talkin she bring me back |
| But on the low I didn’t notice she’ll be robbing when the jack |
| I’m sittin on the train I feel the wind with my brain across some dirt |
| I’m in the zone I got my motherfuckin crumpy murdy niggas lookin at me |
| They owe money, they only bluffing besides I got two slides before arch and |
| such 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 the rock-away it’s just a block away from Planners |
| The block is rather hot they got surveillance tapes and cameras |
| I seen none of my peeps up on the streets so I keep movin |
| He follows with de-cursing em I know that some of my crew been hurt |
| My mind need a touch I roll a touch up while I’m walkin |
| I take a step for step dolo Dutch and my toilets and my cells |
| Can’t put my finger on just what happened |
| Me and shorty actin in the ghetto tappin and then they clappin |
| (Chorus: Mr. Cheeks) |
| Yo it’s real in this battlefield this shit is raw they told us |
| Like we did but… prepare for war |
| Yo in tight situations, life and death decisions |
| The nine mill lookin over head at the losers |
| Yo it’s real in this battlefield violence being born |
| Yo get your life in gear but prepare for war |
| Yo it’s tight situations, life and death decisions |
| Nine mills with the livin dead |
| Yo is that how you handle your businesses |
| Yo still in this battlefield violence being born |
| But yo shitty year but prepare for war |
| (Mr. Cheeks) |
| It’s 12 am the next day, the best day |
| Niggas at the table smokin weed cleanin text-ay |
| We got this spannable at 10 and really war |
| Jack Deanal’s headline, man it’s time to score |
| I’m in Terran from the spot where I went out |
| Smoke about the situation that re-meant out |
| Now each man on the corner now he watchin me |
| I forgots he poppin anybody tryin to stop the shit |
| Perfect, shorties asleep didn’t even hear me creep |
| Now keep it fellas it gets deep |
| Lit up from motherfucker nail, smacked in the real |
| When she rose I had to cease the deal |
| Before she could reply threw the gun down her throat |
| Threw the bits in the yolk its no joke |
| I’m a infamous person then I put five in her |
| Then take my cats out to dinner |
| (Chorus: Mr. Cheeks) |
| These tight situations, life and death decisions |
| Nine mills are livin dead is head or head collisions |
| It’s real in this battlefield violence being born |
| Get your life in gear but prepare for war |
| See it’s tight situations, life and death decisions |
| Nine mills with the livin dead is head or head collisions |
| Man it’s real in this battlefield violence is born |
| Get your shit in gear but prepare for war |
| Work hard work hard |
| (Mr. Cheeks) |
| This is all you wannabe? |
| Motherfuckers settin the Glock |
| Always got the track, which is never, cause, this is the track |
| We all right though I still got my track on haha |
| If I ever get my track on the catwalk then I got some LB fam |
| Like on this right here LB fam why don’t you share like this |
| '97 Queens Most Wanted, knahI’msayin? |
| Once before got booed, we keep the track for fam rolls |
| It’s funk rap you know baby, we takin y’all shit |
| Two homies maddest man knahI’msayin, take ram to ya Spam baby locks it down |
| Word up, lay shots do whatever you do nigga |
| Get your life on and all them niggas that’s worrying about the fuck you doing |
| Mind your FUCK-in business, word to moms |
| Tear yo, to the real motherfuckers knahI’msayin? |
| Not to the fake motherfuckers |
| You know the fake motherfuckers that smile then go behind your back shit on you |
| right? |
| You know them? |
| I know that nigga too |
| I’ve, motherfuckers know what’s wrong with that nigga |
| I’ll beat that nigga ass |
| Yo all my niggas say: Beat that nigga ass (beat that nigga ass) |
| That’s my word, we gonna beat his ass |
| We don’t give a fuck man you gotta lick no shots |
| Throw your hands nigga what’s the deal? |
| You tight, we tight too, man… |