Situation Critical Lyrics

Situation Critical lyrics

Situation critical cause shit ain't nothin nice



Motherfuckers play for keeps so niggaz lose they life



Money comes in different ways, the dope game's kinda slow



Niggaz used to havin money are lookin kinda po'



Dank or dope, there ain't no hope this niggaz peelin caps



Gangstas pullin major leagues and brag about the jack



Situation critical this chewy got me stuck



Indo calm a nigga down but keeps a nigga pumped



My partners mamas smokin rocks and turns into a hoe



And since they fuck with that right nigga the gat will snort and blow



Killas move in silence and the jokers run they mouth



Fightin fools that don't exist take that nigga out



Cause his love is murder, two jack burgers takin your respect



Coke and dank sex then baked your homies in the set



So flash yo cash and whoop your ass if you've got more than me



And whatever you got is more than mine so nigga let me see



Cause jealousy's reality when it comes to niggaz bread



And snitches go from rags to riches bitin to the feds



Cause coke is green and money is king and niggaz want the crown



So all you niggaz goin up you fuckers goin down



The situations critical with stories on the streets



Kill em dead and get yo bread but make sure that you eat



But I ain't done yet



The situations critical







My baby's momas trippin, got my son and I can't keep him



Wanna cry to hear him on the phone, but she won't let me see him



This chewy got me paranoid and goin kinda scared



Niggaz startin to know my face so I had to cut my hair



Cause nigga, shit is gettin thick from here to Alabama



Cause every nigga's tryin ta like Tony "Face" Montana



Some niggaz talk about they'll kill, but nigga no you won't



Some niggaz that dream of playin hoop but end up sellin dope



Cause 3, 6, 5 like everyday man dolja takes it toll



And motherfuckas live to be a G Original



Cause kill groups, its keys the juke, and rubber band they G's



Money shows this ain't no joke, well bow down to your knees



Situation critical, fuck a 9 to 5



Chewy got these niggaz amped and they ain't scared to die



So mix me with that bullshit and hit me with that bank



Make me with that bammer bitch and rush me with that dank



Time is runnin out partna, time ain't runnin in



My freedom is the only life, so fuck the fuckin pen



So as I chew my juicy fruit and think about the dead



And all my niggaz that had died because they had some bread



My mind is on another level nigga this is typical



Check my eyes I'm dyin inside, situations critical



Situations critical







Niggaz dressin rich, knowin they broke without a doubt



Born and raised in the same hood in a roach infested house



Situation critical I think I'm bout to die



The enemy is creepin up and fuckin off my high



A nigga hit the 5th and makes it home in desperation



Wipe the sweat, hold my chest, and then I plot retaliation



Now before you clown you best calm down cause I read you like a book



Now must you stare cause I don't care, cause I won't even look



Thangs ain't what they used to be a motherfucka told ya



Niggaz got the mind to kill and that includes the rollers



Cause 2, 4, 7 like everyday niggaz servin cluckers



Beatin up the bustas, fuckin Tommy Tuckers



Some niggaz say they gangstas and they love when money folds



But mosta the time these niggaz be beefin over hoes



Cause pussy comes a savage beast and it also makes you broke



Especially when that sexy freak is snortin all your coke



So check my situation fool and check my state of mind



No matter how you makin paper nigga, thats a grind



My indo have an increase this week from eighth up to a half



And nothin funny motherfucka, nigga why you laugh?



So fuck this fame and fuck these records, motherfuck these raps



My mother's broke there ain't no hope, her son ain't got no snaps



Its the same old song I'm doin wrong, fool this is typical



Fuck the fuckin world mama, situations critical



Situations critical