Critical

[Intro: Jeezy] Yeah, critical Yeah, critical Yeah, critical Yeah, critical [Chorus: Jeezy] 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 [Verse 1: Jadakiss] 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 [Chorus: Jeezy] 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 [Verse 2: Jeezy] 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 [Chorus: Jeezy] 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