God Take Care Of Babies & Fools Lyrics - Poverty And Prosperity - E-40

Tell ya 'bout how shit go 

Narrate this shit right quick 

He ain't playin' with a full deck, he been goin' through a lot of shit 

Put holes in ya like a hairnet, bust his 50-clip 

Picked the wrong nigga to fuck with and the wrong day to do it 

He'll air this bitch out like a muthafucka 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, fuck a bus on promotional tour 

Young niggas, they savages, they mamas is on dialysis 

They daddy the streets, the streets raised them lil' bastards 

So, what you 'posed to do if you was them? 

If they die today, they'll go to Heaven 

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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 

Man, the streets so ugly 

Niggas 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 

Niggas 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 

Get a check from the work move around and bent 

Got a condo in the city, you don't trust shit 

Not even ya bitch, got a baby by her 

Ya taught her how to trick, turned her to a liar 

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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 sexin' after she collectin' 

When them times get wicked and yo' feelings too 

And them niggas you with, talkin' killin' you 

And that bitch 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 

Man, the streets so ugly 

Niggas 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 

Niggas 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 

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 niggas 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 

I run numbers in the summer, free the weed right now 

Got a nigga in Virginia, need the tree right now 

Ya niggas 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 niggas and I love the ladies 

And God gon' take care of fools and babies 

Man, the streets so ugly 

Niggas 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 

Niggas 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