Critical lyrics

by

Jadakiss


[Intro: Jeezy]
Yeah, critical
Yeah, critical
Yeah, critical
Yeah, critical

[Chorus: Jeezy]
Streets critical
[?]
Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou'
Pay for the coke n*gga its a trial
Paid for the case n*gga beat the trial
Bought a Rolex n*gga and a dial
Gave a bad b*tch
Came with young n*ggas yeah and they wild
Them pearly whites
All my n*ggas gettin' head tonight
All my n*ggas gettin' bread tonight
Sittin' back make sure the bread is right
Two-door cost 250 thou'
Ain't no scales its digital
Cookin' them figures like Mr. Chow
Yeah I know the streets like critical

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
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 b*tch 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
[Chorus: Jeezy]
Streets critical
[?]
Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou'
Pay for the coke n*gga its a trial
Paid for the case n*gga beat the trial
Bought a Rolex n*gga and a dial
Gave a bad b*tch
Came with young n*ggas yeah and they wild
Them pearly whites
All my n*ggas gettin' head tonight
All my n*ggas gettin' bread tonight
Sittin' back make sure the bread is right
Two-door cost 250 thou'
Ain't no scales its digital
Cookin' them figures like Mr. Chow
Yeah I know the streets like critical

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
On my 87, my blunt lit
Got a 40 cal. for the dumb sh*t
Call it stupid head, now its stupid head
All I know is she a dumb b*tch
My mind gone, my mind blown
All the sh*t that my mind on
Streets are waitin' for, n*ggas hatin', I'm still gettin' my shine on
My cup full, my pocket full, my tank never on 'E' b*tch
All them 2's I be talkin' 'bout, damn right they don't need b*tch
Summer time, four 9's, cuttin' sh*t like a dealer hoe
Every day is my birthday, its like every month september hoe
Got this rollie on, n*gga hold on
Back back you don't know me holmes
Pyrex, digital scale, and the glass stove I'll show you holmes
All about my money hoe, my money fast your money slow
Sitting back my money grow
Best believe me and my money know that
[Chorus: Jeezy]
Streets critical
[?]
Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou'
Pay for the coke n*gga its a trial
Paid for the case n*gga beat the trial
Bought a Rolex n*gga and a dial
Gave a bad b*tch
Came with young n*ggas yeah and they wild
Them pearly whites
All my n*ggas gettin' head tonight
All my n*ggas gettin' bread tonight
Sittin' back make sure the bread is right
Two-door cost 250 thou'
Ain't no scales its digital
Cookin' them figures like Mr. Chow
Yeah I know the streets like critical
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