Situation Critical

[Nickatina] Situation critical cause shit ain't nothin nice Motherfuckers play for keeps so niggas lose they life Money comes in different ways, the dope game's kinda slow Niggas used to havin money are lookin kinda po' Dank or dope, there ain't no hope these niggas peelin' caps Gangstas pullin major leagues and brag about the jack Situation critical this chewy got me stuck Indo calm a nigga down but keeps a nigga pumped My partners mamas smokin rocks and turns into a ho And since they fuck with that right nigga the gat will snort and 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 niggas bread And snitches go from rags to riches rattin' to the feds Cause coke is queen and money is king and niggas want the crown So all you niggas goin up you fuckers goin 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 [Nickatina] My baby's momas trippin, got my son and I can't keep him Wanna cry to hear him on the phone, but she won't let me see him This chewy got me paranoid and goin kinda scared Niggas 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 like Tony "Face" Montana Some niggas talk about they'll kill, but nigga no you won't Some niggas that dream of playin hoop but end up sellin dope Cause 3, 6, 5 like everyday man dolja 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, well bow down to your knees Situation critical, fuck a 9 to 5 Chewy got these niggas amped and they ain't scared to die So miss me with that bullshit and hit me with that bank Miss 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 niggas 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 [Nickatina] Niggas 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 Now must you stare cause I don't care, cause I won't even look Thangs ain't what they used to be a motherfucka told ya Niggas got the mind to kill and that includes the rollers Cause 2, 4, 7 like everyday niggas servin cluckers Beatin up the bustas, fuckin Tommy Tuckers Some niggas say they gangstas and they love when money folds But mosta the time these niggas be beefin over hoes Cause pussy comes 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 indo 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, fool this is typical Fuck the fuckin world mama, situations critical Situations critical