Bizzy Bone - Be Careful lyrics

[Bizzy] Little Layzie made the plan up And Wish said I wouldn't bust Til he was witness to my sickness, started pickin' em off What? When I was a baby, pops callin' me b**h, hurtin' my moms Gimme the reason to stop your breathin' And I will leave him eatin' lesions I ain't even drop the bomb In the nineties i'm at Juvi, til I escaped in Cleveland, sinnin' and shootin' Uzis You won't punk me, a stack don't front me No crack, put it up and laugh And get with the Bone Thugs mash In the winter walkin', real weezy by myself And dreams of hookin' with Eazy made me queasy Maybe no food and bad health You see, my forefathers left me no wealth, put it in my loins And plus, my groins stay poised And only count on yourself Damn, who would've found thanks, swing I'm slick And even though I'ma stick all of my sh**, you better back off em, b**h Remember crack them broads blastin' with Deuce Deuce isn't missin' over some dick I'm still laughin' on my mission [Chorus] You gotta be careful where you go You gotta be careful what you do You gotta be careful who you use You gotta be careful who you choose [Bizzy] See, in the trenches with my henchmen Respecting the blessings given on the commison While my pops is all locked up in prison, I miss him With no child hood tales, I was a daddy at twelve Hell, I love my children all is well Oh yeah, sell a key for payments See my baby's need it daily Lay Lay I see you're shady, huh n***as must be crazy I love my lady but no way will she play me for pay, baby And i'm down for mine, give up my money, money n***a, they can't fade me make it clear hustlin' year to year Why don't you lend in need cause n***as is out here strugglin' Holdin' back the tears, but it ain't nothin' Somethin', somethin', but enough to blow up the functions One of my homies that I buck with, oh [Chorus: repeat 2X] You gotta be careful where you go You gotta be careful what you do You gotta be careful who you use You gotta be careful who you choose [Bizzy] You know what I tell her with hella attitude, do what you gotta do Go f** who you wanna f** Smoke with whoever you want to Wait a minute when it might haunt you And while every n***a in jail found the Lord Cause it's time to visit the parole board I stay strapped down, hold the gat down, hit the floor I'm comin' up outta this motherf**er through the door n***as come when the money's abundant But then start runnin' when it ain't no fun And when the war gets close, and n***as get gun-sick Tellin' me to think about my kids Big b**h, swear to God, they ain't punk You can turn a ho into a house wife Or fake n***as into real n***as Where everyone wanna be in the limelight Or they wanna be the n***as to k** on the frontline Stickin to the message, cause other motherf**ers have you thinkin like prison They ain't tryin to go to Heaven Might as well pull out your weapon and blast yourself I had a vision of a little division I'm on a mission traveling the world Talk to all the little children, the adults is fake And don't listen, watch your back A n***a had a premonition [Chorus (repeat 'til fade)] You gotta be careful where you go You gotta be careful what you do You gotta be careful who you use You gotta be careful who you choose [Bizzy - repeat 2X] I don't wanna rock the pump But I'ma do it if I have to pop the trunk And I'ma get 'em n***as thinkin they missed me what n***a that thuggish ruggish f**ed them up