U.P.-T.I.G.H.T. - 1-2-3 (Critical Condition) lyrics

[Verse 1: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.] Whirlwind's ain't expose man a broken chance outta control When they matter fact they broke 'em all On parole comittin' 211's in broad daylight New Jack city up tice nice Makin' you hate life they had banger certified face wit yo' rangers Cause soon the pain and anger decapitatin' strangers Silent but deadly Violence is my style and my recipe Similar to a roach motel slide in but never leave Drive in but never speed off, unleaded Nas talkin' I ain't accept it and it'll serve you up in the second [Refrain 1: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.] Spin your body like records put a hole in the middle Give my condolence to the family then expose it in pistol When you comin' against the greatest You should find out that I'm nuttin to played with Clippers you couldn't fade and Get him with the chrome plated [Hook: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.] One, I pop up by the clip and load up Two, I pop up back in now roll up Three, put you on ambulance lyrically on the life support system [Refrain 1: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.] Spin your body like records, put a hole in the middle Give my my condolence to the family then expose it in pistol When you come out against the greatest You should find out I'm nuttin to played with Clippers you couldn't fade and Get him with the chrome plated [Verse 2: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.] Later don't move I win you lose I'm payin' my deuce and ghetto n***a breakin' the rules Hungry that'll eat you up, in the streets I'mma heat you up Matter fact we gon' keep it rough Bra** knuckles that beat you up Answer me this you bleedin' enough With T-shirt winner, when I'm aggravated like a gupana And incredibly run up in ya Destruction in motion Hold this somethin' this potent reloadin' Leave you chest played open like chronic smokin' Termination is my independence To free myself dope dealers, broke n***as and you out for the same sinners Prepare for the worst hope for the bad Congratulations you mad with hers put four in yo chest I ain't snippin' I'm livin' ghetto wizard straight out the prison n***as trippin' spittin' lyrical venom, put bullets up in 'em Crease jeans and denim, street team offends 'em I get in 'em, and break 'em crack crash, fraud within 'em When you see us comin' better be 100 miles and runnin' when we gunnin' You get done in Skip the talkin' we dump 'em, 'bout time in Compton Ba** pumpin' and beat dumpin' adrenaline pumpin' A n***a always into a somethin' [Refrain 2: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.] No half steppin', last weapon I had was a MAC-11 Clear the stage in matter of seconds, next get tested You don't wanna no cause of this Jumpin' try your cord of this Straight out the clip don't forget I run wit who started this [Hook: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.] One, see you roll down the block I raise up Two, pull the triggers you n***as get blazed up Three, put you in a ambulance lyrically on the life support system [Refrain 2: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.] No half steppin', last weapon I had was a MAC-11 Clear the stage in matter of seconds, next get tested You don't wanna no cause of this Jumpin' try your cord of this Straight out the clip don't forget I run wit who started this [Verse 3: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.] West coast icon, down south python Spit on the mic and make it explode like a pipe bomb Innocent bystanders go down like the top Titanic Label it poetic justice like Pac and Janet No escape holdin' the tre eight holdin' your fate in the palm of my hand Tryna reconvert you to sayin' I'm corrugated Stay at the greatest the ever bomb I fist up and bust you dead in the mouth for talkin' loud Get it how you live it, twist you cap back and k** it Gotta pistol in my brain so when I'm rappin' I k** it Cause the corpses to feel it Leave you blood when I spit I'm a thug to the critics Say what's up if you wit' it Cut up [Break: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T. & The D.O.C.] Say hold up man Stop the beat man Let me catch my breath (Say n***a what you doin') n***a tryna catch my breath (Aight you got it) Yeah (Kick it) [Verse 3 the sequel: U.P.-T.I.G.H.T.] Get distributed to the lion's pack Don't make me put my nine back I'm goin' out for dime sack rewind that Similar to the police, raise AK's and sirens We professionals in drama, competition and violence Two one though, smoke it 'til your body explode Turn yo the radio up as loudest as it go, drop to the floor Burnin' you what's the motive the movement is locomotive The environment is devoted so you die from a dosage Highly ferocious I'm in control of this whole juncture Makin' you lungs collapse through rap acupuncture Pun, Big, 'Pac did it I'mma do over time Designin' dope lines break down roll up and smoke my rhymes Competition I just flame up another victim by way of the sound system Have n***as comin' up missin' Livin', unforgivin' breakin' jars when I hit 'em Leave 'em submission Labeled as critical condition