Critical - Jadakiss, Young Jeezy

Yeah, critical

Yeah, critical

Yeah, critical

Yeah, critical

Streets critical

Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou'

Pay for the coke nigga its a trial

Paid for the case nigga beat the trial

Bought a Rolex nigga and a dial

Gave a bad bitch

Came with young niggas yeah and they wild

Them 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 figures 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

Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou'

Pay for the coke nigga its a trial

Paid for the case nigga beat the trial

Bought a Rolex nigga and a dial

Gave a bad bitch

Came with young niggas yeah and they wild

Them 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 figures 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 stupid head

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 don’t need bitch

Summer time, four 9's, cuttin' shit like a dealer hoe

Every day is my birthday, its like every month september hoe

Got this rollie on, nigga 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

Streets critical

Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou'

Pay for the coke nigga its a trial

Paid for the case nigga beat the trial

Bought a Rolex nigga and a dial

Gave a bad bitch

Came with young niggas yeah and they wild

Them 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 figures like Mr. Chow

Yeah I know the streets like critical