god take care of babies & fools

Singer:e-40

tell ya 'bout how shit go

narrate this shit right quick

he ain't playin' with a full deck

he been goin' through a lot of shit

put holes in ya like a hairnet

bust his 50-clip

picked the wrong nigga to fuck with and the wrong day to do it

he'll air this bitch out like a muthafucka pooted

and diarrhea at the mouth is forbidden

everybody know who did it

but ain't nobody fibbin'

his cuz'n'nem on the road

they rap

they ghetto gold

in a sprinter van

fuck a bus on promotional tour

young niggas

they savages

they mamas is on dialysis

they daddy the streets

the streets raised them lil' bastards

so

what you 'posed to do if you was them?

if they die today

they'll go to heaven

nobody taught 'em bout the lord and the afterlife

daddy in the bing

mama on the pipe

life is a gamble so i'mma roll the dice

you only live once

not twice

man

the streets so ugly

niggas dyin' out here to get some money

aw man

if you knew what i knew

you'd be ridin' 'round here strapped too

oh man

can't trust ya own partners

niggas see ya comin' up and try to rob ya

all day

if you knew what i knew

you'd be ridin' 'round here strapped too

lord

get a check from the work move around and bent

got a condo in the city

you don't trust shit

not even ya bitch

got a baby by her

ya taught her how to trick

turned her to a liar

she be sellin' fire in the intersection

talk about her flaws and her imperfections

lookin' for the love in the wrong section

so she only sexin' after she collectin'

when them times get wicked and yo' feelings too

and them niggas you with

talkin' killin' you

and that bitch you hit

he hit too

so

who you gon' trust when it's time to?

puttin' mine's in the hands of the most high

abraham and jacob

the 12 tribes

the lord comin' back

wink of eye

repent for the sins

turn back to jah

man

the streets so ugly

niggas dyin' out here to get some money

aw man

if you knew what i knew

you'd be ridin' 'round here strapped too

oh man

can't trust ya own partners

niggas see ya comin' up and try to rob ya

all day

if you knew what i knew

you'd be ridin' 'round here strapped too

lord

i got my life

health and stress so i'mma say it

when life deal me a crap hand

i play it

hood tax? i'll die before i pay it

not a hater

wanna see all my niggas make it

i slap e-40 and b-le like my dad

drunk? call uber or a cab

all my life i been a hustler

i ain't never been lazy

that's what i told my young comrade

i run numbers in the summer

free the weed right now

got a nigga in virginia

need the tree right now

ya niggas ain't knowin'

i could see right now

put the message in the music on the beat right now

og on the case

got the cases of slur

bandanna on the

what you think that's for?

i'm cool with the niggas and i love the ladies

and god gon' take care of fools and babies

man

the streets so ugly

niggas dyin' out here to get some money

aw man

if you knew what i knew

you'd be ridin' 'round here strapped too

oh man

can't trust ya own partners

niggas see ya comin' up and try to rob ya

all day

if you knew what i knew

you'd be ridin' 'round here strapped too

lord