Andre Nickatina - Situation Critical lyrics

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

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, it's 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

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