1-2-3 (Critical Condition) lyrics

by

Drake


[Verse 1: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.]
Whirlwind's ain't expose man a broken chance outta control
When they matter fact they broke 'em all
On parole comittin' 211's in broad daylight
New Jack city up tice nice
Makin' you hate life they had banger certified face wit yo' rangers
Cause soon the pain and anger decapitatin' strangers
Silent but deadly
Violence is my style and my recipe
Similar to a roach motel slide in but never leave
Drive in but never speed off, unleaded
Nas talkin' I ain't accept it and it'll serve you up in the second

[Refrain 1: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.]
Spin your body like records put a hole in the middle
Give my condolence to the family then expose it in pistol
When you comin' against the greatest
You should find out that I'm nuttin to played with
Clippers you couldn't fade and
Get him with the chrome plated

[Hook: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.]
One, I pop up by the clip and load up
Two, I pop up back in now roll up
Three, put you on ambulance lyrically on the life support system
[Refrain 1: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.]
Spin your body like records, put a hole in the middle
Give my my condolence to the family then expose it in pistol
When you come out against the greatest
You should find out I'm nuttin to played with
Clippers you couldn't fade and
Get him with the chrome plated

[Verse 2: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.]
Later don't move I win you lose
I'm payin' my deuce and ghetto n*gga breakin' the rules
Hungry that'll eat you up, in the streets I'mma heat you up
Matter fact we gon' keep it rough
Brass knuckles that beat you up
Answer me this you bleedin' enough
With T-shirt winner, when I'm aggravated like a gupana
And incredibly run up in ya
Destruction in motion
Hold this somethin' this potent reloadin'
Leave you chest played open like chronic smokin'
Termination is my independence
To free myself dope dealers, broke n*ggas and you out for the same sinners
Prepare for the worst hope for the bad
Congratulations you mad with hers put four in yo chest
I ain't snippin' I'm livin' ghetto wizard straight out the prison
n*ggas trippin' spittin' lyrical venom, put bullets up in 'em
Crease jeans and denim, street team offends 'em
I get in 'em, and break 'em crack crash, fraud within 'em
When you see us comin' better be 100 miles and runnin' when we gunnin'
You get done in
Skip the talkin' we dump 'em, 'bout time in Compton
Bass pumpin' and beat dumpin' adrenaline pumpin'
A n*gga always into a somethin'
[Refrain 2: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.]
No half steppin', last weapon I had was a MAC-11
Clear the stage in matter of seconds, next get tested
You don't wanna no cause of this
Jumpin' try your cord of this
Straight out the clip don't forget I run wit who started this

[Hook: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.]
One, see you roll down the block I raise up
Two, pull the triggers you n*ggas get blazed up
Three, put you in a ambulance lyrically on the life support system

[Refrain 2: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.]
No half steppin', last weapon I had was a MAC-11
Clear the stage in matter of seconds, next get tested
You don't wanna no cause of this
Jumpin' try your cord of this
Straight out the clip don't forget I run wit who started this

[Verse 3: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.]
West coast icon, down south python
Spit on the mic and make it explode like a pipe bomb
Innocent bystanders go down like the top Titanic
Label it poetic justice like Pac and Janet
No escape holdin' the tre eight holdin' your fate in the palm of my hand
Tryna reconvert you to sayin' I'm corrugated
Stay at the greatest the ever bomb I fist up and bust you dead in the mouth for talkin' loud
Get it how you live it, twist you cap back and kill it
Gotta pistol in my brain so when I'm rappin' I kill it
Cause the corpses to feel it
Leave you blood when I spit I'm a thug to the critics
Say what's up if you wit' it
Cut up
[Break: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T. & The D.O.C.]
Say hold up man
Stop the beat man
Let me catch my breath
(Say n*gga what you doin')
n*gga tryna catch my breath
(Aight you got it)
Yeah
(Kick it)

[Verse 3 the sequel: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.]
Get distributed to the lion's pack
Don't make me put my nine back
I'm goin' out for dime sack rewind that
Similar to the police, raise AK's and sirens
We professionals in drama, competition and violence
Two one though, smoke it 'til your body explode
Turn yo the radio up as loudest as it go, drop to the floor
Burnin' you what's the motive the movement is locomotive
The environment is devoted so you die from a dosage
Highly ferocious I'm in control of this whole juncture
Makin' you lungs collapse through rap acupuncture
Pun, Big, 'Pac did it I'mma do over time
Designin' dope lines break down roll up and smoke my rhymes
Competition I just flame up another victim by way of the sound system
Have n*ggas comin' up missin'
Livin', unforgivin' breakin' jars when I hit 'em
Leave 'em submission
Labeled as critical condition
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