Yeah, critical
Yeah, critical
Yeah, critical
Yeah, critical
Streets critical
Pay for the case nigga beat the trial
Bought a rolex nigga and a dial
All my niggas getting head tonight
All my niggas getting bread tonight
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 sold crack
Twelve twelve, them hundred sacks
I'm done with that
I had fun with that
Y'all go ahead, y'a'll 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 course made quarter mil'
Make sure you knock off all the pills
Spent a little extra, caught the deal
Street life is critical
Streets critical
Pay for the case nigga beat the trial
Bought a rolex nigga and a dial
All my niggas getting head tonight
All my niggas getting bread tonight
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Street's critical
Pay for the case nigga beat the trial
Bought a rolex nigga and a dial
All my niggas getting head tonight
All my niggas getting bread tonight
44 bulldog off your grill
First they get your name
Then they get your files
Then they sit you down