(Bizzy) Little made the plan up And Wish said I wouldn't Til he was witness to my sickness, started em off What? When I was a baby, pops callin' me bitch, hurtin' my Gimme the reason to stop your And I leave him eatin' lesions I ain't drop the bomb In the i'm at Juvi, til I escaped in Cleveland, sinnin' and Uzis You won't me, a stack don't front me No crack, put it up and And get the Bone Thugs mash In the winter walkin', real by myself And dreams of hookin' Eazy made me queasy Maybe no food and bad You see, my forefathers left me no wealth, put it in my And plus, my groins stay 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 crack them broads blastin' with Deuce Deuce missin' over some dick I'm still on my mission
(Chorus) You be careful where you go You gotta be careful you do You gotta be who you use You gotta be who you choose
(Bizzy) See, in the trenches my henchmen Respecting the blessings given on the While my pops is all locked up in prison, I him With no child hood tales, I was a at twelve Hell, I love my all is well Oh yeah, a key for payments See my need it daily Lay Lay I see shady, huh Niggas be crazy I love my lady but no way will she me for pay, baby And i'm down for mine, up my money, money Nigga, they can't me make it clear hustlin' year to year Why don't you in need cause niggas is out here strugglin' Holdin' 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 gotta be who you use You be careful who you choose
(Bizzy) You what I tell her with hella attitude, do what you gotta do Go who you wanna fuck Smoke with whoever you to Wait a minute it might haunt you And while every nigga in jail found the it's time to visit the parole board I stay strapped down, hold the gat down, hit the I'm comin' up outta this motherfucker through the come when the money's abundant But start runnin' when it ain't no fun And when the war gets close, and get gun-sick Tellin' me to about my kids Big bitch, swear to God, ain't punk You can a ho into a house wife Or niggas into real niggas everyone wanna be in the limelight Or they wanna be the niggas to kill on the to the message, cause motherfuckers have you thinkin like prison They tryin to go to Heaven Might as well pull out your weapon and yourself I had a vision of a division I'm on a mission the world Talk to all the little children, the is fake And don't listen, watch your A had a premonition
(Chorus) (repeat fade) You be careful where you go You be careful what you do You be careful who you use You gotta be careful who you