Andre Nickatina - Situations Critical lyrics

Situation critical cause sh** ain't nothin nice Motherf**ers play for keeps so n***as lose they life Money comes in different ways, the dope game's kinda slow n***as used to havin money are lookin kinda po' Dank or dope, there ain't no hope these n***as peelin' caps Gangstas pullin major leagues and brag about the jack Situation critical this chewy got me stuck Indo calm a n***a down but keeps a n***a pumped My partners mamas smokin rocks and turns into a ho And since they f** with that right n***a the gat will snort and blow k**as move in silence and the jokers run they mouth Fightin fools that don't exist take that n***a out 'Cause his love is murder, two jack burgers takin your respect Coke and dank s** then baked your homies in the set So flash yo cash and whoop your a** if you've got more than me And whatever you got is more than mine so n***a let me see 'Cause jealousy's reality when it comes to n***as bread And snitches go from rags to riches rattin' to the feds Cause coke is queen and money is king and n***as want the crown So all you n***as goin up you f**ers goin down The situations critical with stories on the streets k** em dead and get yo bread but make sure that you eat But I ain't done yet The situations critical 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 n***as startin to know my face so I had to cut my hair 'Cause n***a, sh** is gettin thick from here to Alabama 'Cause every n***a's tryin ta like Tony "Face" Montana Some n***as talk about they'll k**, but n***a no you won't Some n***as that dream of playin hoop but end up sellin dope 'Cause 3, 6, 5 like everyday man dolja takes it toll And motherf**as live to be a G Original 'Cause k** 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, f** a 9 to 5 Chewy got these n***as amped and they ain't scared to die So miss me with that bullsh** and hit me with that bank Miss me with that bammer b**h and rush me with that dank Time is runnin out partna, time ain't runnin in My freedom is the only life, so f** the f**in pen So as I chew my juicy fruit and think about the dead And all my n***as that had died because they had some bread My mind is on another level n***a this is typical Check my eyes I'm dyin inside, situations critical Situations critical n***as 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 f**in off my high A n***a 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 motherf**a told ya n***as got the mind to k** and that includes the rollers 'Cause 2, 4, 7 like everyday n***as servin cluckers Beatin up the bustas, f**in Tommy Tuckers Some n***as say they gangstas and they love when money folds But mosta the time these n***as be beefin over hoes 'Cause p**y comes a savage beast and it also makes you broke Especially when that s**y freak is snortin all your coke So check my situation fool and check my state of mind No matter how you makin paper n***a, thats a grind My indo have an increase this week from eighth up to a half And nothin funny motherf**a, n***a why you laugh? So f** this fame and f** these records, motherf** 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 f** the f**in world mama, situations critical Situations critical