| Yeah, critical
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| Yeah, critical
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| Yeah, critical
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| Yeah, critical
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| Streets critical
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| Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou'
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| Pay for the coke nigga its a trial
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| Paid for the case nigga beat the trial
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| Bought a Rolex nigga and a dial
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| Gave a bad bitch
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| Came with young niggas yeah and they wild
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| Them pearly whites
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| All my niggas gettin' head tonight
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| All my niggas gettin' bread tonight
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| Sittin' back make sure the bread is right
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| Two-door cost 250 thou'
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| Ain’t no scales its digital
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| Cookin' them figures like Mr. Chow
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| Yeah I know the streets like critical
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| I’m still rapping
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| I’m still trapping
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| Know 'em all my life
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| But I still clap 'em
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| Yeah I know I don’t own a team
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| But so what bitch I’m still a captain
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| Guns up, my money stacked
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| My work guaranteed, money back
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| I sold dope and I slung crack
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| Twelve twelve, them hundred sacks
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| I’m done with that
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| I had fun with that
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| Y’all go ahead, y’all run with that
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| Only thing about the game of life is
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| When you lose you can’t run it back
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| Block-boomin, spot-boomin
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| Start asking, stop assuming
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| Better than me there’s not a human
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| Take the plates off, cop a new one
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| Two door cost me a quarter mil'
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| Make sure you knock off all the pills
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| Spent a little extra, caught the deal
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| 44 Bulldog off your grill
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| First they get your name, then they get your files
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| Then they sit you down
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| Street life is critical
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| Streets critical
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| Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou'
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| Pay for the coke nigga its a trial
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| Paid for the case nigga beat the trial
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| Bought a Rolex nigga and a dial
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| Gave a bad bitch
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| Came with young niggas yeah and they wild
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| Them pearly whites
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| All my niggas gettin' head tonight
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| All my niggas gettin' bread tonight
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| Sittin' back make sure the bread is right
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| Two-door cost 250 thou'
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| Ain’t no scales its digital
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| Cookin' them figures like Mr. Chow
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| Yeah I know the streets like critical
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| On my 87, my blunt lit
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| Got a 40 cal. |
| for the dumb shit
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| Call it stupid head, now its stupid head
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| All I know is she a dumb bitch
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| My mind gone, my mind blown
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| All the shit that my mind on
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| Streets are waitin' for, niggas hatin', I’m still gettin' my shine on
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| My cup full, my pocket full, my tank never on 'E' bitch
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| All them 2's I be talkin' 'bout, damn right they don’t need bitch
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| Summer time, four 9's, cuttin' shit like a dealer hoe
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| Every day is my birthday, its like every month september hoe
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| Got this rollie on, nigga hold on
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| Back back you don’t know me holmes
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| Pyrex, digital scale, and the glass stove I’ll show you holmes
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| All about my money hoe, my money fast your money slow
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| Sitting back my money grow
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| Best believe me and my money know that
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| Streets critical
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| Bought me two bricks call me 60 thou'
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| Pay for the coke nigga its a trial
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| Paid for the case nigga beat the trial
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| Bought a Rolex nigga and a dial
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| Gave a bad bitch
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| Came with young niggas yeah and they wild
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| Them pearly whites
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| All my niggas gettin' head tonight
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| All my niggas gettin' bread tonight
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| Sittin' back make sure the bread is right
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| Two-door cost 250 thou'
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| Ain’t no scales its digital
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| Cookin' them figures like Mr. Chow
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| Yeah I know the streets like critical |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Critical , by - Jadakiss. Song from the album Top 5 Dead Or Alive, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп