Jamal
Situation
[Verse 1]
Cruisin', low altitude, my destination
As the beat crawls, I'm bumpin' Biggie Smalls
Loungin', gettin' high off the sticky
I'm reminiscing on last night's quickie
I feel the urge to bust a rhyme, so I do it
I say a few raps and my boys jump into it (Check one, two)
Now the vibe is felt throughout the car
The smoke blinds us indo, so i crack the window
As the smoke gets clear from being hectic
Just in time for me to get off the fuckin' exit
I get off, make a right
Go down 6 flights and then sight, it's the hype (Word up)
Now I'm creeping, turned off my brights
Drivin' through the parking lot, looking for a spot
Hey, in front there's the valet
Yo that's cool, y'all n***as stash the tools
Tadow! I grabbed the ticket, put it in my pocket
People recognize me now I'm getting props, dig
Walking inside Def Squad's representing
Something wasn't right, the vibe wasn't clicking
I told my crew "Wassup, wassup, yo, let's be ghost (ghost), alright
And fuck this night tonight (alright)"
As I walked out this girl ran up on me with a fat ass
And a pair of old Jordans
She said she met me last year at Howard's Homecoming
Act like i knew but I was only fronting
{Chorus}
My situation's just a situation
Just a fucking situation
My situation's just a situation
Just a fucking situation

{Verse 2}
Not caring, I said "Let's go outside right now
I can't hear you because the music's blaring"
I stepped out, slipped the valet the ticket
Then stepped to the G I was talking to and kicked it
Saying this and that blahzay blah
"Before this high take me under, lemme get your phone number" (Aight)
On the way to the car
I heard somebody screamin' out "Yo bitch, wait for..."
Out came this mean, upset type n***a
And behind his black ass, someone bigger
He calls out the girl I'm with name, y'all, loud as fuck
She turned around and said "What?"
Shit's thick, he comes over with the grill
Ready to stomp the bitch, but I say "Chill"
He fronts like he wants it no doubt
Right about this time, the whole club's letting out
Now he gets louder, makes a scene, saying "What you want, n***a"
I'm thinking about my Glock trigga
That's under my seat, I can't reach
I'm assed out, now I gotta take it to the streets (Like that y'all)
He yells out some type of codename
They all gather around, we're in to get down
Still in my face making crazy noise
Hype as hell, and so is one of his fuckin' homeboys
"(...Mally) Fuck that n***a, he ain't shit!"
A voice from the Def Squad represents the click
Now somebody from his crew, and my crew making ruckus
Two rowdy muthafuckas
Darkness covers the whole atmosphere
Saying to myself "I knew I shouldn't have came here"
Shots rang out, bang bang out, slang slang out
Damn, so I pulled my thang out
Pow! I see blood hit my coat
I didn't feel hit, so I didn't choke
The girl dropped, she got shot
Two to the headpiece, B, and she died instantly
Over nothing, 'cause her man was fronting
Acting like he wanted something, didn't want nothing
Now I see things clear
Saying to myself "Damn, I knew I shouldn't have came here"
{Chorus}
My situation, just a situation
Just a fucking situation
My situation, just a situation
Just a fucking situation
My situation, situation
Just a fucking situation
My situation, just a situation
Just a fucking situation

[Outro]
And I'm out