[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 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
[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 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
Yeah, critical
Yeah, critical
Yeah, critical
Yeah, critical
[Chorus: Jeezy]
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
[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 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
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