Critical Lyrics - Top Five Dead Or Alive - Jadakiss

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 

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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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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