[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 (*##$, 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 %#@!, you better back off em, (*##$

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
^!$$%s 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
^!$$%, they can't fade me make it clear hustlin' year to year
Why don't you lend in need cause ^!$$%s 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: x2]
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 $#&@ who you wanna $#&@
Smoke with whoever you want to
Wait a minute when it might haunt you

And while every ^!$$% 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 mother$#&@er through the door
^!$$%s come when the money's abundant
But then start runnin' when it ain't no fun

And when the war gets close, and ^!$$%s get gun-sick
Tellin' me to think about my kids
Big (*##$, swear to God, they ain't punk

You can turn a ho into a house wife
Or fake ^!$$%s into real ^!$$%s
Where everyone wanna be in the limelight

Or they wanna be the ^!$$%s to kill on the frontline
Stickin to the message,
cause other mother$#&@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 ^!$$% 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 x2]

I don't wanna rock the pump
But I'ma do it if I have to pop the trunk
And I'ma get 'em ^!$$%s thinkin they missed me what
^!$$% that thuggish ruggish $#&@ed them up