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    E-40 / Lyrics

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    "Circumstances" Lyrics

    E-40 feat. Celly Cel, Kokane and Luniz

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    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 damm funk

    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

    Takin' all these chances
    You might never ever, ever get them circumstances
    Takin' all these chances
    You might never ever, ever get them circumstances

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

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

    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
    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
    Aanna 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

    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 destroys 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
    I'm on some moonshine shit
    Bit the cork off the Cristal
    I'm drunk so let me chill for a while

    Takin' all these chances
    You might never ever, ever get them circumstances
    Takin' all these chances
    You might never ever, ever get them circumstances

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

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

    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
    Man you can't fuck with these circumstances

    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?

    Takin' all these chances
    You might never ever, ever get them circumstances
    Takin' all these chances
    You might never ever, ever get them circumstances

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

    I said the world is full of crack babies
    I remember when the world went crazy
    Till I copped a sack and put it down like that
    And rolled out like it didn't even fade me
    This song was submitted on December 26th, 2009 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Earl T. Stevens, Garrick Husbands, Gregory Hutchinson, Jerold D. Jr. Ellis, Jerry Buddy Long, Marcellus James Mccarver, Ricardo Thomas, Thomas Hudson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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