Текст (слова) песни: JT The Bigga Figga w Celly Cel, E-40 - Beware of Those

 
(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
 

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