Look Out - Too Short, E-40

You gotta look out

For your mama, your sister, and the kids

You know it ain’t safe where they live

You gotta look out

For little cutie on the block with the braids

She bound to end up on the blade (On the blade?)

You gotta look out

For little homie that just did ten

So he never go back to the pen

You gotta look out

Little homie got a lot of potential

But he can’t stop living by the pistol

You gotta look out

Whatever happened to the words «You're welcome»?

People not only want you to help ‘em

They want you think of a way to help ‘em (Help ‘em)

Damned if I do, damned if I don’t (Damned if I don’t)

No matter how many times I came through for ‘em

Say «No» then I’m a chump

My potna’s son got hit, they left him slumped

Family didn’t have no life insurance, 14 dollars a month

$ 3600 for a cremate (Cremate)

75 for a proper burial to send him home the right way

Live by the shovel, you die by the dirt

These hyenas is hungry, don’t wanna be they dessert

Sellin' the candy gets old, been doing that shit for years

Tired of looking out and leaping fences like a deer

It’s your people from Magazine, I should be in People magazine

Niggas out here moving mean, every day a crime scene

It’s bad out here, they’ll peel you like a scab (Like a scab)

Out here they dirty lowdown, Boz Scaggs

You gotta look out

For your mama, your sister, and the kids

You know it ain’t safe where they live

You gotta look out

For little cutie on the block with the braids

She bound to end up on the blade (On the blade?)

You gotta look out

For little homie that just did ten

So he never go back to the pen

You gotta look out

Little homie got a lot of potential

But he can’t stop living by the pistol

You gotta look out

Same name and they look like you (They look like you)

Loved ones, you don’t have to say I do (Say I do)

‘Cause it’s life or death, I’m here 'til the end (Uh)

Just buried a friend, don’t wanna do it again (Unh-uh)

But we family (Family), we do whatever it takes

If we wanna survive, we share what we make

(Share what we make)

If you ballin', I ain’t sayin' give it away

You got a lot of food, nigga, make me a plate (Make me a plate)

That’s the politics (Politics), you can’t stop it, player (Nah)

Me and 40 Water, yeah, we job creators (Real ones)

And all my niggas from The Town get down (Dealers)

We been making money, been moving around (Moving around)

White collar, blue collar, pop collars (Pop collars)

Street niggas with a whole lot of dollars (Paper)

Weak niggas got a whole lot of problems (Haters)

I can’t relate ‘cause we mobbin' (Mobbin')

You gotta look out

For your mama, your sister, and the kids

You know it ain’t safe where they live

You gotta look out

For little cutie on the block with the braids

She bound to end up on the blade (On the blade?)

You gotta look out

For little homie that just did ten

So he never go back to the pen

You gotta look out

Little homie got a lot of potential

But he can’t stop living by the pistol

You gotta look out

UH!

She was bad but he got sprung and fell in love with her

Little did he know, my pimp potna sent her

He got mad when he seen her with the next nigga

Nigga beat her ass, caught a case in Denver

He didn’t know he was trickin', he thought he had a good one (SIKE!)

‘Til they took him downtown and they booked him (YIKES!)

Soil star, known for pushing crystal and tar

That’s what they found when they impounded his car (His Chevy)

You better run, muthafucka, you don’t wanna surrender

With your life in the hands of the public defender

Because the District Attorney is his best friend (Best friend)

He gave you his word, ‘You'll get less than ten'

But when the judge said '25 years' in your face

You coulda got a good lawyer and beat that case (Beat that case)

They ‘bout to send you to hell and back (Hell and back)

You fucked up, and fell in the trap (You fell in it)

You gotta look out

For your mama, your sister, and the kids

You know it ain’t safe where they live

You gotta look out

For little cutie on the block with the braids

She bound to end up on the blade (On the blade?)

You gotta look out

For little homie that just did ten

So he never go back to the pen

You gotta look out

Little homie got a lot of potential

But he can’t stop living by the pistol

You gotta look out…