Lost Boyz 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 s___ 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____z try to come through and lock me down
Now it seems like a set-up
and n____z try to wet me from the door
Half a second of gun blaze then I'm in my detour
Shot through the glass 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____z tried to warn me when my steppin
It's good though cause on a low a n____ 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____'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 m_________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 jewel
I'm in a tight situation... (*Mr. Cheeks raps in the background*)

(Queens Most Wanted)
"Black B the s___ went down world wide B"

"Word, what happened?"

"Yo n____ started mouthing off
I don't know if n____'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 s___ 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 bullshit 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 m_________in crumpy murdy n____z lookin at me
they owe money, they only bluffing besides I got two slides before arch and such f___ them n____z
I lit up my bone jumped in the nine n____z 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 s___ is raw they told us
Like we did but... prepare for war
Yo in tight situations, life and death 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 death 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 s___ty year but prepare for war

(Mr. Cheeks)
It's 12 am the next day, the best day
n____z at the table smokin weed cleanin text-ay
We got this spannable at 10 and really war
Jack Deanal'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 s___
Perfect, shorties asleep didn't even hear me creep
Now keep it fellas it gets deep
Lit up from m_________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 death 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 death decisions
Nine mills with the livin dead is head or head collisions
Man it's real in this battlefield violence is born
Get your s___ in gear but prepare for war
Work hard work hard

(Mr. Cheeks)
This is all you wannabe?
m_________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 s___
Two homies maddest man knahI'msayin, take ram to ya Spam baby locks it down
Word up, lay shots do whatever you do n____
Get your life on and all them n____z that's worrying about the f___ you doing
Mind your f___-in business, word to moms
Tear yo, to the real m_________ers knahI'msayin?
Not to the fake m_________ers
You know the fake m_________ers that smile then go behind your back s___ on you right?
You know them?
I know that n____ too
I've, m_________ers know what's wrong with that n____
I'll beat that n____ a__
Yo all my n____z say: Beat that n____ a__ (beat that n____ 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____ what's the deal?
You tight, we tight too, man...