Queens Most Wanted - Tight Situations lyrics

(Queens Most Wanted) "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 sh** 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 n***as try to come through and lock me down Now it seems like a set-up And n***as try to wet me from the door Half a second of gun blaze then I'm in my detour Shot through the gla** 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 n***as tried to warn me when my steppin It's good though cause on a low a n***a 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 n***a'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 motherf**er 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 j**el I'm in a tight situation... (*Mr. Cheeks raps in the background*) (Queens Most Wanted) "Black B the sh** went down world wide B" "Word, what happened?" "Yo n***a started mouthing off I don't know if n***a'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 sh** 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 bullsh** 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 motherf**in crumpy murdy n***as lookin at me They owe money, they only bluffing besides I got two slides before arch and such f** them n***as I lit up my bone jumped in the nine n***as 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 sh** is raw they told us Like we did but... prepare for war Yo in tight situations, life and d**h 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 d**h 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 sh**ty year but prepare for war (Mr. Cheeks) It's 12 am the next day, the best day n***as at the table smokin weed cleanin text-ay We got this spannable at 10 and really war Jack Dean*l'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 sh** Perfect, shorties asleep didn't even hear me creep Now keep it fellas it gets deep Lit up from motherf**er 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 d**h 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 d**h decisions Nine mills with the livin dead is head or head collisions Man it's real in this battlefield violence is born Get your sh** in gear but prepare for war Work hard work hard (Mr. Cheeks) This is all you wannabe? Motherf**ers 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 sh** Two homies maddest man knahI'msayin, take ram to ya Spam baby locks it down Word up, lay shots do whatever you do n***a Get your life on and all them n***as that's worrying about the f** you doing Mind your fu*k-in business, word to moms Tear yo, to the real motherf**ers knahI'msayin? Not to the fake motherf**ers You know the fake motherf**ers that smile then go behind your back sh** on you right? You know them? I know that n***a too I've, motherf**ers know what's wrong with that n***a I'll beat that n***a a** Yo all my n***as say: Beat that n***a a** (beat that n***a a**) That's my word, we gonna beat his a** We don't give a f** man you gotta lick no shots Throw your hands n***a what's the deal? You tight, we tight too, man...