Akon - Be Careful lyrics

The more I look at her, the more I look it here The streets are kinda crazy like damn, I gots to be more careful It’s ugly out here mane These n***as out here talkin’, these b**hes ain’t no good I’m strapped up and I’m on one and wishin’ it go wood I’m ridin’ ’round in my big thang, still up in my hood I’m ridin’ ’round with that big thang cause n***as ain’t no good I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful Like Scarface, who can I trust? Bonfire, this only us I’m outchea, I gotta have it Paper chasin’, I gotta grab it Money talks, I don’t talk about it Take the loss, be a boss about it Catch me slippin’, I really doubt it I don’t leave my house without it My masterpiece, bad about it Jealous n***a, that’s old sh** Laugh about, cop more whips And hustle hard, get more chips I got to be more careful, these n***as out here feds I got to be more careful, go read what he said It changed out here and all my silent n***as are gone Somehow, somewhere, all the sh** that went wrong I never thought that it’d get to this All these n***as, all snitchin’ in If it’s too hot to handle it Then stay on out and I’m catchin’ in These n***as out here talkin’, these b**hes ain’t no good I’m strapped up and I’m on one and wishin’ it go wood I’m ridin’ ’round in my big thang, still up in my hood I’m ridin’ ’round with that big thang cause n***as ain’t no good I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful They slip outchea, Deba Got to be more careful Never leave the crib, never leave my home Without my street instrument, my baritone Blat! This what I put aside Polite on the s**er, leave his face in his lap I get it play the game of d**h, they don’t play fair Gotta pack up 30 dig and always stay prepared I got some Girl Scout cookies and some Jackie A bada** b**h with a short hair Tatiana Ali but, blowin’ all up in my Ruprecon truck Should I say G? Talk is cheap Skatin’ through the streets your tremendous a** be My money kinda tall but I don’t play ball Actin’ all the pictures nick the paint off the wall Wutchu need? Problem you havin’ mane? I’m like the concierge, I can get you anything My heart that pump, get my heart pumped, propane I’ve always been a factor, I ain’t never gonna lame Got a couple crash dummies that will wrap you like a mummy Push you in the graveyard where it’s dark, got Sunny Do it for a friend but I ain’t gotta give him money Slap you with the kid and they’ll do anything for me These n***as out here talkin’, these b**hes ain’t no good I’m strapped up and I’m on one and wishin’ it go wood I’m ridin’ ’round in my big thang, still up in my hood I’m ridin’ ’round with that big thang cause n***as ain’t no good I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful