Situation Critical

Situation critical cause shit ain`t nothin nice<br>Motherfuckers play for keeps so niggaz lose they life<br>Money comes in different ways, the dope game`s kinda slow<br>Niggaz used to havin money are lookin kinda po`<br>Dank or dope, there ain`t no hope this niggaz peelin caps<br>Gangstas pullin major leagues and brag about the jack<br>Situation critical this chewy got me stuck<br>Indo calm a nigga down but keeps a nigga pumped<br>My partners mamas smokin rocks and turns into a hoe<br>And since they fuck with that right nigga the gat will snort and blow<br>Killas move in silence and the jokers run they mouth<br>Fightin fools that don`t exist take that nigga out<br>Cause his love is murder, two jack burgers takin your respect<br>Coke and dank sex then baked your homies in the set<br>So flash yo cash and whoop your ass if you`ve got more than me<br>And whatever you got is more than mine so nigga let me see<br>Cause jealousy`s reality when it comes to niggaz bread<br>And snitches go from rags to riches bitin to the feds<br>Cause coke is green and money is king and niggaz want the crown<br>So all you niggaz goin up you fuckers goin down<br>The situations critical with stories on the streets<br>Kill em dead and get yo bread but make sure that you eat<br>But I ain`t done yet<br>The situations critical<br><br>My baby`s momas trippin, got my son and I can`t keep him<br>Wanna cry to hear him on the phone, but she won`t let me see him<br>This chewy got me paranoid and goin kinda scared<br>Niggaz startin to know my face so I had to cut my hair<br>Cause nigga, shit is gettin thick from here to Alabama<br>Cause every nigga`s tryin ta like Tony "Face" Montana<br>Some niggaz talk about they`ll kill, but nigga no you won`t<br>Some niggaz that dream of playin hoop but end up sellin dope<br>Cause 3, 6, 5 like everyday man dolja takes it toll<br>And motherfuckas live to be a G Original<br>Cause kill groups, its keys the juke, and rubber band they G`s<br>Money shows this ain`t no joke, well bow down to your knees<br>Situation critical, fuck a 9 to 5<br>Chewy got these niggaz amped and they ain`t scared to die<br>So mix me with that bullshit and hit me with that bank<br>Make me with that bammer bitch and rush me with that dank<br>Time is runnin out partna, time ain`t runnin in<br>My freedom is the only life, so fuck the fuckin pen<br>So as I chew my juicy fruit and think about the dead<br>And all my niggaz that had died because they had some bread<br>My mind is on another level nigga this is typical<br>Check my eyes I`m dyin inside, situations critical<br>Situations critical<br><br>Niggaz dressin rich, knowin they broke without a doubt<br>Born and raised in the same hood in a roach infested house<br>Situation critical I think I`m bout to die<br>The enemy is creepin up and fuckin off my high<br>A nigga hit the 5th and makes it home in desperation<br>Wipe the sweat, hold my chest, and then I plot retaliation<br>Now before you clown you best calm down cause I read you like a book<br>Now must you stare cause I don`t care, cause I won`t even look<br>Thangs ain`t what they used to be a motherfucka told ya<br>Niggaz got the mind to kill and that includes the rollers<br>Cause 2, 4, 7 like everyday niggaz servin cluckers<br>Beatin up the bustas, fuckin Tommy Tuckers<br>Some niggaz say they gangstas and they love when money folds<br>But mosta the time these niggaz be beefin over hoes<br>Cause pussy comes a savage beast and it also makes you broke<br>Especially when that sexy freak is snortin all your coke<br>So check my situation fool and check my state of mind<br>No matter how you makin paper nigga, thats a grind<br>My indo have an increase this week from eighth up to a half<br>And nothin funny motherfucka, nigga why you laugh?<br>So fuck this fame and fuck these records, motherfuck these raps<br>My mother`s broke there ain`t no hope, her son ain`t got no snaps<br>Its the same old song I`m doin wrong, fool this is typical<br>Fuck the fuckin world mama, situations critical<br>Situations critical