[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 niggas 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 nigga

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 sticky, 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, nigga"

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 nigga, 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