Beware Of Those Lyrics

Beware Of Those lyrics

(E-40)

Hey, JT, you know what playboy, it's like this duke

The niggas from your town right, they ain't

You know it's gone be some motherfuckers 

That's gone hate tha shit out of you ass, you dig

(JT The Bigga Figga)

Yeah, that's right

(E-40)

I mean they gone hate the shit out your ass

Then it's gone be some niggas that's gone love the shit out of your ass

You dig

I mean, you know, playa haters come in all shapes and sizes

(JT The Bigga Figga)

All shapes and sizes

(E-40)

But then again, it's some good motherfuckers that's got your back

(JT The Bigga Figga)

That's right, that's real though

(E-40)

You dig, and the real motherfuckers they there for ya

(JT The Bigga Figga)

Huh uh, One Love

(E-40)

We gone sprinkle 'em on this other thang



(Celly Cel)

Beware of those faulty ass mark ass niggas snakin' in tha grass

Tryin' to take your cash cause you bubbled up to fast, the last

Nigga that tried to go against the grain, I made him feel me, mane

Cocked the glock, put on 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, mane, beware of those

(JT The Bigga Figga)

We drop bombs wit stocks and bonds and make it rappable

Financial status increasing cause everyday 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 reach out then drop check watch and get my proppers

We kicks it wit killers who hate cops and pack they choppers

So when you see me it ain't nou need for perpetratin'

Stay the fuck up out my face because I know you playa hatin' me

(E-40)

Yeah, I still be my young Frisco city comrade

Makin' these niggas midnabb.

Postin' up in tha lidnabb

Pilin' up that cidnash

Champagne wishes, pussy fallin' up out the pockets

Thick ass ... surrounded by docters, chocolate ...

The niggas that you be thinkin' that's always out to getcha

Ain't always tryin' out to getcha

Sometimes them real niggas that be witcha that's out to getcha

That's why me keeps my tossed pistolas on the side of me waist-a

Just in case these cape crusaders wanna erase me



(E-40)

Hey, like I was saying look he, JT

Yuo from Frisco, we from the V right

We from the labb, we networking, this is what we do

And if you ain't got tha recipe 

Don't be mad if they ain't checkin' for ya

(JT The Bigga Figga)

That's real!



(Celly Cell)

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 gone get to far nigga

Don't trust nobody cause your closest friends will turn to foes

It's double agence in this game, I know you feel me though

(E-40)

You wanna take your potnas win, from me tell my why

Man y'all was potnas tryin' together nigga knee-high

How's the fuck you just gone transport my ... wear

Over some he say she say shit man dude you out there

(JT The Bigga Figga)

Approaching my status feeling flavor never saving hoes

Breakin' doors try to trickin' some niggas in candy painted 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 upon the next flight

Not a dab but a smidgen play my game on precision

We dropped 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 you face and end of smoke

Beware of those



(E-40)

Hey, this is my philosophy right here

I feel it's enough cornbread out here for everbody



You know what I'm saying, I mean just think about it

I'm mean we, it's a gang of motherfuckers out there

And we tryin' to change this shit, this the new dope game

We gone all get up in this rap shit

And get our coins ridnow as we speak, get them tokens you dig?

(JT The Bigga Figga)

Tokens, yeah

(E-40)

You know, we networking like I say

Cel, what's happening wit you playboy we, you dig

You laid that serious shit down

And you came from the heart

We all came from the heart and this is what we did

And you know, fuck it you know we

I'm in this motherfucker and you know how I do

I'm off some motherfuckin' shit

Urkin' jerk wit some motherfuckin' snapple

This 40-water, you know, like that

This is what we do