Beware Of Those-Mac Mall/Killa Tay/The Commissiona/Cozmo

(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 motherf**kers That's gone hate tha s**t out of you ass, you dig (JT The Bigga Figga) Yeah, that's right (E-40) I mean they gone hate the s**t out your ass Then it's gone be some niggas that's gone love the s**t 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 motherf**kers that's got your back (JT The Bigga Figga) That's right, that's real though (E-40) You dig, and the real motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers, 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 f**k 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, P***y 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 n***a knee-high How's the f**k you just gone transport my ... wear Over some he say she say s**t 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 motherf**kers out there And we tryin' to change this shit, this the new d**e 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 s**t down And you came from the heart We all came from the heart and this is what we did And you know, f**k it you know we I'm in this motherf**ker and you know how I do I'm off some motherf**kin' shit Urkin' jerk wit some motherf**kin' snapple This 40-water, you know, like that This is what we do