DRE DOG - Situation Critical lyrics

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Situation critical cause shit ain't nothin nice

Motherfuckers play for keeps so niggaz lose they life

Money comes in different ways, the dope game's kinda slow

Niggaz used to havin money are lookin kinda po'

Dank or dope, there ain't no hope this niggaz 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 hoe

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 niggaz bread

And snitches go from rags to riches bitin to the feds

Cause coke is green and money is king and niggaz want the crown

So all you niggaz 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

Niggaz 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 niggaz talk about they'll kill, but nigga no you won't

Some niggaz 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, 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, fuck a 9 to 5

Chewy got these niggaz amped and they ain't scared to die

So mix me with that bullshit and hit me with that bank

Make 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 niggaz 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

Niggaz 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

Niggaz got the mind to kill and that includes the rollers

Cause 2, 4, 7 like everyday niggaz servin cluckers

Beatin up the bustas, fuckin Tommy Tuckers

Some niggaz say they gangstas and they love when money folds

But mosta the time these niggaz 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