Lyrics God Take Care of Babies & Fools (feat. B-Legit & Work Dirty) - B-Legit , Work Dirty
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
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
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
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