Situation Dirty
Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics


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V-Town in the motherfucker, situation dirty and shit
Killa, yeah
Today's out to be recognized
Verse 1
I got that nigga for about 4 zones, had to get dirty though
Left him in his driveway soakin wet sold his 6.4
Couldn't keep it no mo' that motherfucker was filthy
Mo' bodies done been in that trunk
Than in the cemetery and the mortuary
Had a bullethole by the gas tank, put 1500 in the bank
Drig the bitch for 18 but spent 300 last year on some dank
Shot to my brothers house and got them niggaz high
It was the Man Klan, 3 Deep, and the nigga six
We was off that chocolate thai
And all that time that 187 was on my mind
Shot the man in cold blood
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see me
On Americas Most Wanted fucked up gettin snatched out my teepee
Nigga we in the back of the 69 Cut', and it's so foggy
Paranoia done got me on my strap and I'm a fiend for raw meat
They say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high
But situation gettin filty and I gots ta have mine
Chorus 2X
With me it's like American Express, I don't leave home without my
Smith-n-Wesson bulletproof vest
I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying to climb back out
Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was out
Verse 2
Now it started back in SouthSide sack, I was with my momma
Drinkin' inches of the Old E, hittin chronic ever so often
Often in another world trippin', while he was on another room stickin
My click think sick I got that 12 gauge pump started trippin
Kick the door open, blood stains cops came
Quietly I had to remaintain thang, same thang
My love don't fit you, I got that US military issue
Had to plant one in your brain, get away, if a cop plead insane
A couple of down ass top notches I used to know, had a spot
I was good for 4 days off yack and chronic and makin' a plot
Cause murder was the case, when I saw his face
Took his life, left his brains all over the pillow case
What would you be thinkin of when your momma's yelling STOP!
My first thought was cut him in half and drag the other half to his
Stash
They say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high but
Situation
Real filthy and I got ta get mine
Chorus
With me it's like American Express, I don't leave home without my
Smith-n-Wesson Bulletproof vest,




I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying to climb back out
Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was out ( fades )

Overall Meaning

The song "Situation Dirty" by Brotha Lynch Hung is a graphic depiction of the criminal lifestyle and the desperate measures people take to climb out of a hole they have dug themselves into. The song opens with a mention of V-Town and the "situation dirty," which sets the tone for the rest of the song. The lyrics talk about how the singer had to get "dirty" in order to survive and make a living. The song sheds light on the darker aspects of the rap world and how it glorifies violence and drug use.


The lyrics in the first verse describe a specific incident where the singer steals a car and leaves it in the rain. The car had been used to transport dead bodies, and it had bullet holes in it. The singer also talks about shooting someone and feeling paranoid afterward, always carrying a gun to protect himself. The chorus has the singer emphasizing the importance of carrying a gun and a bulletproof vest, highlighting how dangerous his lifestyle is.


In the second verse, the lyrics paint a picture of events that led to the singer being in the criminal lifestyle. He talks about drinking and taking drugs with his mother and then going on a killing spree with his gang. The song ends with the singer being stuck in a hole he dug for himself, but he is determined to get out.


Line by Line Meaning

V-Town in the motherfucker, situation dirty and shit
I'm in V-Town and things are tough here, situation's dirty and not good.


Killa, yeah
I'm a killer, yeah.


Today's out to be recognized
I want people to recognize the things that I'm doing today.


Verse 1
Starting the first verse now.


I got that nigga for about 4 zones, had to get dirty though
I got that guy and robbed him of his four ounces of drugs, I had to do it in a sneaky way.


Left him in his driveway soakin wet sold his 6.4
I left him wet in his own driveway after I had stolen and sold his expensive car.


Couldn't keep it no mo' that motherfucker was filthy
I couldn't keep the car because it had so much bad history and many people had died in it.


Mo' bodies done been in that trunk
There have been more dead people in the car's trunk than in both the cemetery and mortuary combined.


Than in the cemetery and the mortuary
There were more dead bodies in the car's trunk than in the official places used to dispose of dead bodies.


Had a bullethole by the gas tank, put 1500 in the bank
The car had been shot and there was a bullet hole near the gas tank, but I still made a bit of money by selling it.


Drig the bitch for 18 but spent 300 last year on some dank
I sold the car for $1,800, but I spent $300 of it on high-quality marijuana last year.


Shot to my brothers house and got them niggaz high
I went to my brother's house and got my friends high on drugs.


It was the Man Klan, 3 Deep, and the nigga six
The people getting high with me were a group of three called the Man Klan, 3 Deep, and a guy named six.


We was off that chocolate thai
We were all high on a specific strain of marijuana called chocolate Thai.


And all that time that 187 was on my mind
The whole time I was thinking about taking someone's life (referring to the police code for homicide).


Shot the man in cold blood
I killed a man without any remorse or emotion.


And I knew his momma saw the drive-by
I was aware that the victim's mother was watching me as I drove past.


Design, and there ain't no tv until you see me
I'm a designer, and there's no TV show until I'm on it.


On Americas Most Wanted fucked up gettin snatched out my teepee
I would be on America's Most Wanted TV show being taken out of my teepee, a type of tent-like structure.


Nigga we in the back of the 69 Cut', and it's so foggy
We are riding in the back of a 1969 Cutlass, and it's very foggy outside.


Paranoia done got me on my strap and I'm a fiend for raw meat
Paranoia has me carrying my gun at all times, and I have a strong craving for uncooked meat.


They say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high
People stereotype black people as only talking about committing murder and using drugs.


But situation gettin filty and I gots ta have mine
The reality is that things are tough here, and I need to make money no matter what the cost.


Chorus 2X
Repeating the chorus twice.


With me it's like American Express, I don't leave home without my Smith-n-Wesson bulletproof vest
I always wear my bulletproof vest and carry my gun with me just like how people carry their American Express card.


I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying to climb back out
I've got myself into a bad situation and now I'm trying to get out of it.


Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was out
You messed with the wrong guy, and I wish my brother was here to help me out.


Verse 2
Beginning of the second verse.


Now it started back in SouthSide sack, I was with my momma
Everything started in a neighborhood called SouthSide sack where I was hanging out with my mom.


Drinkin' inches of the Old E, hittin chronic ever so often
We were drinking big bottles of Olde English beer and smoking marijuana occasionally.


Often in another world trippin', while he was on another room stickin
I was often high and out of it, while my friend was having sex in another room.


My click think sick I got that 12 gauge pump started trippin
My group of friends are all into twisted and dangerous things, and I got my shotgun (12 gauge pump) ready for action.


Kick the door open, blood stains cops came
I kicked the door open and the cops found the place with bloodstains.


Quietly I had to remaintain thang, same thang
I had to keep quiet and keep things the same as before.


My love don't fit you, I got that US military issue
My love is not for everyone, and I have a gun that's issued by the US military.


Had to plant one in your brain, get away, if a cop plead insane
I had to shoot someone in the head and then run away, and if a cop catches me, I'll plead insanity.


A couple of down ass top notches I used to know, had a spot
I knew a couple of women who were obedient and good-looking, and they had a place where I could stay.


I was good for 4 days off yack and chronic and makin' a plot
I was able to survive for four days with the drugs and make a plan to do something.


Cause murder was the case, when I saw his face
Murder was a possibility when I saw him.


Took his life, left his brains all over the pillow case
I killed him and left his brains splattered all over the pillowcase.


What would you be thinkin of when your momma's yelling STOP!
What would you do if your mother was yelling for you to stop?


My first thought was cut him in half and drag the other half to his stash
My first instinct was to cut him in half and take half of his drugs to his hiding stash.


They say all niggaz talk about is murderin and gettin high but
People stereotype black people as only talking about committing murder and using drugs.


Situation
Things are tough and complicated here.


Real filthy and I got ta get mine
This situation is really bad, and I need to make money no matter how dirty it gets.


Chorus
Repeating the chorus.


With me it's like American Express, I don't leave home without my Smith-n-Wesson Bulletproof vest,
I always wear my bulletproof vest and carry my gun with me just like how people carry their American Express card.


I done dug myself a hole, now I'm trying to climb back out
I've got myself into a bad situation and now I'm trying to get out of it.


Ya fuck with the wrong nigga, I wish my brother was out ( fades )
You messed with the wrong guy, and I wish my brother was here to help me out. (The song fades out.)




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