Beware of Those

Lyrics

[Intro: E-40 + JT the Bigga Figga] Hey, JT, you know what though, playboy, it's like this, dude The niggas from your town, right, they ain't You know it's gon' be some motherfuckers That's gon' hate tha shit out of yo' ass, you dig? Yeah, that's right I mean, they gon' hate the shit out yo' ass Then again, it's gon' be some niggas that's gon' love the shit out of your ass, you dig? I mean, you know, playa haters come in all shapes and sizes All shapes and sizes But then again, it's some good motherfuckers that's got your back That's right, that's real though You dig, and the real motherfuckers they there for you Uh-huh, one love (E-40) We gon' sprinkle 'em on this other thang [Verse 1: Celly Cel] Beware of those faulty ass, mark ass niggas snakin' in the grass Tryin' to take your cash cause you bubbled up too fast The last nigga that tried to go against the grain, I made him feel me, mayne Cocked the Glock, put one in the chamber then I aimed For his dome and split him like a Garcia Vega down the middle, jumped in my car, see ya Itchy trigger finger dumpin' on them dont-knows Janky ass motherfuckers, mayne, beware of those [Verse 2: JT The Bigga Figga] We drop bombs with stocks and bonds and make it rappable Financial status increasing 'cause every day it's capital But more than likely, they sure ain't real because they plastic No money in they pockets but G-notes worth of assets I rip shop then drop, check wops and get my proppers We kicks it with killers that hate cops and pack they choppers So when you see me, it ain't no need for perpetratin' Stay the fuck up out my face because I know you playa hatin' [Verse 3: E-40] Yeah, I see you, my young Frisco City comrade Makin' these niggas midnad Postin' up in the lidnabb Pilin' up that cidnash Champagne wishes, pussy fallin' up out the pockets Thick ass thoroughbred bitches surrounded by doctors Chocolate Betty Crockers The niggas that you be thinkin' that's always out to getcha Ain't always tryin' out to getcha Sometimes it be them niggas that be witcha that's out to getcha That's why me keeps my toast, pistolas on the side of me waist-a Just in case these caped crusaders wanna erase me [Interlude: E-40 + JT the Bigga Figga] Hey, like I was saying look, ay, JT You from Frisco, we from the V, right We from Vallejo, we networking, this is what we do And if you ain't got the recipe Don't be mad if they ain't checkin' for ya That's real! [Verse 4: Celly Cel] I see you sittin' on them thangs and bending the block You better be sittin' on a Glock or you'll be riding stock The jackers see them niggas clown just like I see them niggas But don't be slippin' when you see me, I might be them niggas With the choppers yellin', "Get out the car, nigga" Hit the gas and watch me blast, you ain't gon' get too far, nigga Don't trust nobody 'cause your closest friends will turn to foes It's double agents in this game, I know you feel me though [Verse 5: E-40] You wanna take your potna's win from him, tell my why Man, y'all was potty trained together, nigga, knee-high How's the fuck you just gon' transform my neigh-where Over some "he say, she say" shit, man, dude, you out there [Verse 6: JT The Bigga Figga] Approaching my status, feeling flavor, never saving hoes Breakin' doors, to checkin' some figures in candy paint and Vogues Marinatin' wit my boys from the V We gets our paper, stacks our chips and than we strike on Z's We wraps our ki's tight to keeps our G's right Gotta get that money so we can be up on the next flight Not a dab but a smidgen, play my game with precision We dropping the bomb that'll make things come Then they fly like some pigeons It's goin' down, but ain't no need for extra talkin' How many straps up in the house, you best to get to walkin' 'Cause in the '95, these niggas go for broke Get up off that kamikaze in your face and end in smoke Beware of those [Outro: E-40 + JT the Bigga Figga] Hey, ay, this my philosophy right here: I feel it's enough cornbread out here for everybody You know what I'm saying, I mean, just think about it I mean, we—it's a gang of motherfuckers out there And we tryin' to change this shit, this the new dope game So we gon' all get up in this rap shit And get our coins rit now as we speak, get them tokens, you dig? Tokens, yeah You know, we networking like I say Cel, what's happening with you, playboy? We, you dig You laid that serious shit down And you came from the heart We all come from the heart and this is what we did And, you know, fuck it, you know, we I'm in this motherfucker, you know how I do I'm off some motherfuckin' shit Erk & Jerk with some motherfuckin' Snapple This 40 Water, you know, like that This is what we do