Artist: Jadakiss f/ Jeezy Album: Top 5 Dead or Alive Song: Critical Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Jeezy] Yeah, critical Yeah, critical Uhh, it's critical Yeah hoe, critical Yeah, streets is critical Critical, critical Look, let's go! [Chorus: Jeezy] Streets critical, I'ma do both like Mystikal Bought me two bricks cost me 60 thou', paid for the +Coke+ nigga and a smile Paid for the case nigga beat the trial, bought a Rolex nigga and a dial Game bad bitch yeah and they foul, game young niggaz yeah and they wild Whaaaaat? Them pearly whites, all my niggaz gettin head tonight All my niggaz gettin bread tonight, sittin back make sure the bread is right Two-door cost 250 thou', ain't no scales, it's digital Cookin them chickens like Mr. Chow, yeah I know the street life critical [Jadakiss] Ha-hahhh! Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, yo I-I-I'm still rappin, I'm still trappin, 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 Gun-gun's up, my money's stacked, my work guaranteed, money back I sold dope and I slung crack, tw-twelve-twelve, them hundred sacks I'm done with that, I had fun with that, y'all go 'head and 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 askin, stop assumin 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 lil' 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 criti-cal What? [Chorus] [Jeezy] On my 87, my blunt lit, got a 40-cal for the dumb shit Call it stupid head, not Super Head, all in all she a dumb bitch My mind gone, my mind blown, all the shit that my mind on Streets are waitin for niggaz 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 bits Summer time, four 9's, cuttin shit like a dealer hoe E'ry day is my birthday, it's like e'ry month's September hoe Got this Roley on, lookin homely holmes, 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 Sittin back my money grow, best believe me and my money know That [Chorus] [Outro: Jeezy] Critical, critical {*echoes to the end*}