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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBe More Careful (Feat E-40)
The more I look at her, the more I look it hereThe streets are kinda crazy like damn, I gots to be more carefulIt's ugly out here maneThese niggas out here talkin', these bitches ain't no goodI'm strapped up and I'm on one and wishin' it go woodI'm ridin' 'round in my big thang, still up in my hoodI'm ridin' 'round with that big thang cause niggas ain't no goodI've got to be, got to be, got to be more carefulI've got to be, got to be, go-got to be more carefulI've got to be, got to be, got to be more carefulI've got to be, got to be, go-got to be more carefulLike Scarface, who can I trust?Bonfire, this only usI'm outchea, I gotta have itPaper chasin', I gotta grab itMoney talks, I don't talk about itTake the loss, be a boss about itCatch me slippin', I really doubt itI don't leave my house without itMy masterpiece, bad about itJealous nigga, that's old shitLaugh about, cop more whipsAnd hustle hard, get more chipsI got to be more careful, these niggas out here fedsI got to be more careful, go read what he saidIt changed out here and all my silent niggas are goneSomehow, somewhere, all the shit that went wrongI never thought that it'd get to thisAll these niggas, all snitchin' inIf it's too hot to handle itThen stay on out and I'm catchin' inThese niggas out here talkin', these bitches ain't no goodI'm strapped up and I'm on one and wishin' it go woodI'm ridin' 'round in my big thang, still up in my hoodI'm ridin' 'round with that big thang cause niggas ain't no goodI've got to be, got to be, got to be more carefulI've got to be, got to be, go-got to be more carefulI've got to be, got to be, got to be more carefulI've got to be, got to be, go-got to be more carefulThey slip outchea, DebaGot to be more carefulNever leave the crib, never leave my homeWithout my street instrument, my baritoneBlat! This what I put asidePolite on the sucker, leave his face in his lapI get it play the game of death, they don't play fairGotta pack up 30 dig and always stay preparedI got some Girl Scout cookies and some JackieA badass bitch with a short hairTatiana Ali but, blowin' all up in my Ruprecon truckShould I say G? Talk is cheapSkatin' through the streets your tremendous ass beMy money kinda tall but I don't play ballActin' all the pictures nick the paint off the wallWutchu need? Problem you havin' mane?I'm like the concierge, I can get you anythingMy heart that pump, get my heart pumped, propaneI've always been a factor, I ain't never gonna lameGot a couple crash dummies that will wrap you like a mummyPush you in the graveyard where it's dark, got SunnyDo it for a friend but I ain't gotta give him moneySlap you with the kid and they'll do anything for meThese niggas out here talkin', these bitches ain't no goodI'm strapped up and I'm on one and wishin' it go woodI'm ridin' 'round in my big thang, still up in my hoodI'm ridin' 'round with that big thang cause niggas ain't no goodI've got to be, got to be, got to be more carefulI've got to be, got to be, go-got to be more carefulI've got to be, got to be, got to be more carefulI've got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful
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