Critical

Lyrics

[Intro: Gangsta Blac] Niggas, it's whatever, bitch— Niggas, it's whatever, bitch— Niggas, it's whatever, bitch, down for whatever, trick (Critical) Situation's critical Your life; it must don't mean that much Niggas, it's whatever, bitch— Niggas, it's whatever, bitch— (Critical) Situation's critical Your life; it must don't mean that much Niggas-niggas, it's whatever, bitch, down for whatever, trick (Critical) [Verse 1: Gangsta Blac] Nigga, take my will, boy, don't think that you gon' take my soul If you think you takin', yes, I'm breakin' laws on all you hoes On that dough, 'bout my hog, everlastin' Gangsta B AK to your chest, pick up your vest, don't make it a tragedy What a shame, who's to blame? Mane, charge it to the game Campaign, and I dug 'til I mug me a million, mane All I hear is other niggas, time for me to hear myself Bump a little bit of pimpin' 'til I swim into a pool of death All my kinfolk's on that good dough, first verse is a motherfucker South Park niggas, thug niggas, figures over bigger busters Figure out another rap, 'cause I too [?] on N.M.P Take a picture, smile and cheese, hoes, you just hit your knees Others might just smother all kinda shit from a player, B Some might take it personal, so Todd, you tote that big old three Niggas, it's whatever, be a witness from this thug figure We can make this critical, so don't fuck with the Gangsta, nigga [Chorus: Gangsta Blac] Situation's critical Your life; it must don't mean that much Niggas-niggas, it's whatever, bitch, down for whatever, trick (Critical) Sit-situation's critical Your life; it must don't mean that much Cut you for your cheese and hit your knees (Criti-critical) You ain't got tough enough (Criti-critical) Situation's critical Your life; it must don't mean that much Niggas, it's whatever, bitch, down for whatever, trick (Criti-critical) Sit-situation's critical Your life; it must don't mean that much Cut you for your cheese and hit your knees (Criti-critical) You ain't got tough enough (Criti-critical) [Verse 2: Gangsta Blac] Finna mix a good thang, S.P.V. be claimin' thangs Niggas gotta stay the same, fuck 'em if they trait' and change I don't need no whether type of tricks in the view of me Better get some [?], and from under, Gangsta's D-I-C Trick, I took care of that, now it's time for movin' on Friendly occupation, mastermind of the microphone You don't know me, better show me, roadie, 'fore you disrespect Conversation, cough and cash shit, ring around your neck Mane, do no beggin', boy, why'd you work for lemon joy? Beggin' got your ass kicked and fucked like a Tonka toy Listenin' to my niggas, cussin', huffin', puffin', busters buggin', hangin' from my nuts And so real, nothin', so no man, don't trust 'em Never be the one that they miss, watch yourself and this single-shot Biddy-bop, hit the spot, stop and track, .40 Glock Claimin' what I gotta, if I gotta catch your funky-ass Niggas, it's whatever, S.P.V. back on your monkey-ass (Criti-criti-critical) [Chorus: Gangsta Blac] Situation's critical Your life; it must don't mean that much Niggas-niggas, it's whatever, bitch Niggas, it's whatever, bitch— (Criti-critical) Situation's critical Your life; it must don't mean that much Cut-cut you for your cheese and hit your knees You ain't got tough enough (Criti-critical) Sit-situation's critical Your life; it must don't mean that much Niggas, it's whatever, bitch (Criticial) Down for whatever, trick (Critical, criti-critical) Situation's critical Your life; it must don't mean that much Cut-cut you for your cheese and hit your knees You ain't got tough enough (Criti-critical) [Verse 3: Gangsta Blac] Reminiscin', wishin' it was peace in my society No longer call in troops, the double-deuce gon' make ya 'member me Door to door, sellin' dreams, king, never made that bitch Claimin' to my mountain top, my Glock gon' bring me out this shit Situation's critical and ain't no time for beggin' now There's plenty individuals, but killers when they run they mouth Love Blac, and skull crackin' actin' like a mental case You disrespect my pimpin' then I'll be forced to rearrange your face G-A-N-G-S-T-A all up in your fuckin' ears, think on we the same Never change, a player's gon' keep it real Shittin' words, buy a bird, bounce somebody, makin' cheese Bitch, I'm makin' shit, yo' conversations makin' no sense to me See 'em lookin', and I'm cookin', hate to see us players play Now I'm bumpin' this thing here, this shit get from around the way We can make it critical, so, get into your gangster-mode Bumpin' what you like, it ain't out something Prophet Ent. control [Outro: Gangsta Blac] Situation's critical Your life; it must don't mean that much Niggas-niggas, it's whatever, bitch Niggas, it's whatever, bitch— (Criti-critical) Situation's critical Your life; it must don't mean that much Cut-cut you for your cheese and hit your knees You ain't got tough enough (Criti-critical) Sit-situation's critical Your life; it must don't mean that much Niggas, it's whatever, bitch— (Criticial) Niggas, it's whatever, bitch– (Critical, criti-critical) Niggas, it's whatever— Your life; it must don't mean that much Cut you for your-cut you for your cheese and hit your knees You ain't got tough enough Niggas, it's whatever, bitch, down for whatever, trick Niggas, it's whatever, bitch, down for whatever, trick Niggas, it's whatever, bitch, down for whatever, trick (Cut you for your life, it must don't mean that much)