Rick Rock - Circumstances lyrics

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Rick Rock - Circumstances lyrics

[E-40] Uhh, dry as the f**, 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 n***as wanna k** me? I'm havin a, hard time tryin to determine If that's the homey, or the enemy Ol' shady-a**, no build for that Just lookin like he plottin on somethin-a** n***a But I wanted to mack like he fin' to do somethin And I'll get to be dumpin on yo' a** n***a One of the main rules, of the game, without a doubt n***a don't you ever pull a gun and don't use it n***a that's a good way to get your brains blow out Motherf**er like me get to flashin then I lose it Leave that ol' sh** up to me and watch me prove it n***a, you betta be real about this sh** If you in it you in it don't be no punk n***a this ain't no baseball game, n***as 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 f** 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 n***a 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 b**hes Got in my clitches waitin for a n***a to take some chances So we can deal with these hardco' Sic-Wid-It-a** 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] n***a - 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 Motherf**er, now I'm the closest n***a to ballin ferocious Motherf**er, dust a n***a off like wax off, cracks off a hard (Fo' sheezy) Pimpin ain't easy and motherf**er only if you breezy Easy does it, I does it do it off the fluid Come with the newest sh** I come through with b**h don't you hear the music? (Don't you hear the music? Too s**y for my shirt) Too s**y for my shirt so bad hurt n***as on the turf wanna put my a** 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 sh** when vital sh** starts to happen Eager to be the n***a 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 n***as fall like cops on +Rage in Harlem+ (Beotch!) I'm on some moonshine sh** 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 n***as know Well ain't no sense in me f**in 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 b**h up under these n***as And k**in 'em off with s** 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 b**h-made n***as Don't fade triggers so they quick get sprayed n***as I f** with wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat slitters (??) take a long time business to get paid To get rid of you cheater Chatter police-a** n***as takin chances (takin chances) Man you can't f** with these circumstances [E-40] And all you O.G. motherf**ers 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 n***a don't you know these youngsters nowadays Be off that water and hot? [Chorus] [Chorus Two]