Critical

Yeah, critical Yeah, critical Yeah, critical Yeah, critical Streets critical Streets critical Bumpin' this bud like Mistercap Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou Pay for the coke nigga and a smile Paid for the case nigga beat the trial Bought a Rolex nigga and a dial Gang of bad bitches yeah and they foul Gang of young niggas yeah and they wild That pearly whites All my niggas gettin' head tonight All my niggas gettin' bread tonight Sittin' back make sure the bread is right Two-door cost 250 thou Ain't no scales its digital Cookin' them chickens like Mr. Chow Yeah I know the streets like critical I'm still rapping I'm still trapping Know 'em all my life But I still clap 'em Yeah I know I don't own a team But so what bitch I'm still a captain Guns up, my money stacked My work guaranteed, money back I sold dope and I slung crack Twelve twelve, them hundred sacks I'm done with that I had fun with that Y'all go ahead, y'all run with that Only thing about the game of life is When you lose you can't run it back Block-boomin, spot-boomin Start asking, stop assuming Better than me there's not a human Take the plates off, cop a new one Two door cost me a quarter mil' Make sure you knock off all the pills Spent a little extra, caught the deal 44 Bulldog off your grill First they get your name, then they get your files Then they sit you down Street life is critical Streets critical Bumpin' this bud like Mistercap Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou Pay for the coke nigga and a smile Paid for the case nigga beat the trial Bought a Rolex nigga and a dial Gang of bad bitches yeah and they foul Gang of young niggas yeah and they wild That pearly whites All my niggas gettin' head tonight All my niggas gettin' bread tonight Sittin' back make sure the bread is right Two-door cost 250 thou Ain't no scales its digital Cookin' them chickens like Mr. Chow Yeah I know the streets like critical On my 87, my blunt lit Got a .40 cal for the dumb shit Call it stupid head, now its superhead All I know is she a dumb bitch My mind gone, my mind blown All the shit that my mind on Streets are waitin' for, niggas hatin', I'm still gettin' my shine on My cup full, my pocket full, my tank never on "E" bitch All them 2's I be talkin' 'bout, damn right they on me bitch Summer time, four 9's, cook 'em shits like dinner hoe Every day is my birthday, it's like every month September hoe Got this Rollie on, lookin' holy homes Back back you don't know me hommes Pyrex, digital scale, and the glass stove I'll show you homes All about my money hoe, my money fast your money slow Sitting back my money grow Best believe me and my money know that Streets critical Bumpin' this bud like Mistercap Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou Pay for the coke nigga and a smile Paid for the case nigga beat the trial Bought a Rolex nigga and a dial Gang of bad bitches yeah and they foul Gang of young niggas yeah and they wild That pearly whites All my niggas gettin' head tonight All my niggas gettin' bread tonight Sittin' back make sure the bread is right Two-door cost 250 thou Ain't no scales its digital Cookin' them chickens like Mr. Chow Yeah I know the streets like critical --- Critical - Jadakiss and Jeezy