(Bizzy) Little Layzie made the up And said I wouldn't bust Til he was witness to my sickness, pickin' em off What? I was a baby, pops callin' me bitch, hurtin' my moms the reason to stop your breathin' And I will leave him lesions I ain't even drop the In the i'm at Juvi, til I escaped in Cleveland, sinnin' and Uzis You won't punk me, a stack front me No crack, put it up and And get with the Bone mash In the walkin', real weezy by myself And dreams of hookin' with made me queasy Maybe no and bad health You see, my forefathers me no wealth, put it in my loins And plus, my groins poised And only count on Damn, who would've found thanks, I'm slick And even though I'ma stick all of my shit, you better off em, bitch Remember them broads blastin' with Deuce Deuce missin' over some dick I'm still laughin' on my
(Chorus) You be careful where you go You be careful what you do You gotta be who you use You be careful who you choose
(Bizzy) See, in the trenches with my Respecting the blessings given on the While my pops is all locked up in prison, I him With no hood tales, I was a daddy at twelve Hell, I love my all is well Oh yeah, a key for payments See my baby's it daily Lay Lay I see shady, huh Niggas must be I my lady but no way will she play me for pay, baby And i'm down for mine, up my money, money Nigga, they can't fade me make it clear hustlin' to year Why don't you lend in need cause niggas is out strugglin' back the tears, but it ain't nothin' Somethin', somethin', but enough to blow up the One of my that I buck with, oh
(Chorus: 2X) You be careful where you go You be careful what you do You be careful who you use You be careful who you choose
(Bizzy) You what I tell her with hella attitude, do what you gotta do Go fuck who you fuck Smoke whoever you want to Wait a when it might haunt you And while every nigga in jail found the Cause it's time to visit the board I stay down, hold the gat down, hit the floor I'm comin' up outta this motherfucker the door Niggas when the money's abundant But then runnin' when it ain't no fun And the war gets close, and niggas get gun-sick me to think about my kids Big bitch, swear to God, they ain't You can a ho into a house wife Or niggas into real niggas Where wanna be in the limelight Or they wanna be the niggas to kill on the to the message, cause other motherfuckers have you thinkin like They tryin to go to Heaven Might as well out your weapon and blast yourself I had a of a little division I'm on a mission traveling the Talk to all the little children, the adults is And don't listen, watch back A had a premonition
(Chorus) (repeat fade) You gotta be careful you go You be careful what you do You be careful who you use You gotta be careful who you