Work Dirty - God Take Care of Babies & Fools lyrics

[Intro: E-40] Tell ya 'bout how sh** go Narrate this sh** right quick [Verse 1: E-40] He ain't playin' with a full deck, he been goin' through a lot of sh** Put holes in ya like a hairnet, bust his 50-clip Picked the wrong n***a to f** with and the wrong day to do it He'll air this b**h out like a muthaf**a pooted And diarrhea at the mouth is forbidden Everybody know who did it, but ain't nobody fibbin' His cuz'n'nem on the road, they rap, they ghetto gold In a Sprinter van, f** a bus on promotional tour Young n***as, they savages, they mamas is on dialysis They daddy the streets, the streets raised them lil' ba*tards So, what you 'posed to do if you was them? If they die today, they'll go to Heaven Nobody taught 'em bout the Lord and the afterlife Daddy in the bing, mama on the pipe Life is a gamble so I'mma roll the dice You only live once, not twice [Chorus: Work Dirty] Man, the streets so ugly n***as dyin' out here to get some money Aw man, if you knew what I knew You'd be ridin' 'round here strapped too Oh man, can't trust ya own partners n***as see ya comin' up and try to rob ya All day, if you knew what I knew You'd be ridin' 'round here strapped too, Lord [Verse 2: B-Legit] Get a check from the work move around and bent Got a condo in the city, you don't trust sh** Not even ya b**h, got a baby by her Ya taught her how to trick, turned her to a liar She be sellin' fire in the intersection Talk about her flaws and her imperfections Lookin' for the love in the wrong section So she only s**in' after she collectin' When them times get wicked and yo' feelings too And them n***as you with, talkin' k**in' you And that b**h you hit, he hit too So, who you gon' trust when it's time to? Puttin' mine's in the hands of the Most High Abraham and Jacob, the 12 tribes The Lord comin' back, wink of eye Repent for the sins, turn back to Jah [Chorus: Work Dirty] [Verse 3: E-40] I got my life, health and stress so I'mma say it When life deal me a crap hand, I play it Hood tax? I'll die before I pay it Not a hater, wanna see all my n***as make it I slap E-40 and B-Le like my dad Drunk? Call Uber or a cab All my life I been a hustler, I ain't never been lazy That's what I told my young comrade [Verse 3: B-Legit] I run numbers in the summer, free the weed right now Got a n***a in Virginia, need the tree right now Ya n***as ain't knowin', I could see right now Put the message in the music on the beat right now OG on the case, got the cases of slur Bandanna on the [?], what you think that's for? I'm cool with the n***as and I love the ladies And God gon' take care of fools and babies [Chorus: Work Dirty]