Look Out Too $hort (Ft. E-40)

[Chorus: Too $hort & 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

[Verse 1: E-40]
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