Situations Critical Lyrics - Andre Nickatina

Situation critical this 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 

It dont calm a nigga down but keeps a nigga pumped 

My partners mamas smokin rocks and turns into a hoe 

His sister fuck with fat rat niggaz that got her snortin 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 right into the feds 

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

So all you niggaz goin up you fuckers comin 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 when I hear him on the phone, but she won't let me see him 

This chewy got me paranoid and woah i'm 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 live 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 dosia 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, boy 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 drank 

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 

No moneys there cuz 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 calms 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 endo 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, doin this is typical 

Fuck the fuckin world mama, situations critical 

Situations critical