| Song | Be More Careful |
| Artist | E- |
| Artist | Akon |
| Album | Konkrete Jungle |
| The more I look at her, the more I look it here | |
| The streets are kinda crazy like damn, I gots to be more careful | |
| It’s ugly out here mane. | |
| These niggas out here talkin’, these bitches ain’t no good | |
| I’m strapped up and I’m on one and wishin’ it go wood | |
| I’m ridin’ ’round in my big thang, still up in my hood | |
| I’m ridin’ ’round with that big thang cause niggas ain’t no good | |
| I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful | |
| I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful | |
| I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful | |
| I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful | |
| Like Scarface, who can I trust? | |
| Bonfire, this only us | |
| I’m outchea, I gotta have it | |
| Paper chasin’, I gotta grab it | |
| Money talks, I don’t talk about it | |
| Take the loss, be a boss about it | |
| Catch me slippin’, I really doubt it | |
| I don’t leave my house without it | |
| My masterpiece, bad about it | |
| Jealous nigga, that’s old shit | |
| Laugh about, cop more whips | |
| And hustle hard, get more chips | |
| I got to be more careful, these niggas out here feds | |
| I got to be more careful, go read what he said | |
| It changed out here and all my silent niggas are gone | |
| Somehow, somewhere, all the shit that went wrong | |
| I never thought that it’d get to this | |
| All these niggas, all snitchin’ in | |
| If it’s too hot to handle it | |
| Then stay on out and I’m catchin’ in | |
| These niggas out here talkin’, these bitches ain’t no good | |
| I’m strapped up and I’m on one and wishin’ it go wood | |
| I’m ridin’ ’round in my big thang, still up in my hood | |
| I’m ridin’ ’round with that big thang cause niggas ain’t no good | |
| I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful | |
| I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful | |
| I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful | |
| I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful | |
| They slip outchea, Deba | |
| Got to be more careful | |
| Never leave the crib, never leave my home | |
| Without my street instrument, my baritone | |
| Blat! This what I put aside | |
| Polite on the sucker, leave his face in his lap | |
| I get it play the game of death, they don’t play fair | |
| Gotta pack up 30 dig and always stay prepared | |
| I got some Girl Scout cookies and some Jackie | |
| A badass bitch with a short hair | |
| Tatiana Ali but, blowin’ all up in my Ruprecon truck | |
| Should I say G? Talk is cheap | |
| Skatin’ through the streets your tremendous ass be | |
| My money kinda tall but I don’t play ball | |
| Actin’ all the pictures nick the paint off the wall | |
| Wutchu need? Problem you havin’ mane? | |
| I’m like the concierge, I can get you anything | |
| My heart that pump, get my heart pumped, propane | |
| I’ve always been a factor, I ain’t never gonna lame | |
| Got a couple crash dummies that will wrap you like a mummy | |
| Push you in the graveyard where it’s dark, got Sunny | |
| Do it for a friend but I ain’t gotta give him money | |
| Slap you with the kid and they’ll do anything for me | |
| These niggas out here talkin’, these bitches ain’t no good | |
| I’m strapped up and I’m on one and wishin’ it go wood | |
| I’m ridin’ ’round in my big thang, still up in my hood | |
| I’m ridin’ ’round with that big thang cause niggas ain’t no good | |
| I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful | |
| I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful | |
| I’ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful | |
| I’ve got to be, got to be, go-got to be more careful |
| The more I look at her, the more I look it here | |
| The streets are kinda crazy like damn, I gots to be more careful | |
| It' s ugly out here mane. | |
| These niggas out here talkin', these bitches ain' t no good | |
| I' m strapped up and I' m on one and wishin' it go wood | |
| I' m ridin' ' round in my big thang, still up in my hood | |
| I' m ridin' ' round with that big thang cause niggas ain' t no good | |
| I' ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful | |
| I' ve got to be, got to be, gogot to be more careful | |
| I' ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful | |
| I' ve got to be, got to be, gogot to be more careful | |
| Like Scarface, who can I trust? | |
| Bonfire, this only us | |
| I' m outchea, I gotta have it | |
| Paper chasin', I gotta grab it | |
| Money talks, I don' t talk about it | |
| Take the loss, be a boss about it | |
| Catch me slippin', I really doubt it | |
| I don' t leave my house without it | |
| My masterpiece, bad about it | |
| Jealous nigga, that' s old shit | |
| Laugh about, cop more whips | |
| And hustle hard, get more chips | |
| I got to be more careful, these niggas out here feds | |
| I got to be more careful, go read what he said | |
| It changed out here and all my silent niggas are gone | |
| Somehow, somewhere, all the shit that went wrong | |
| I never thought that it' d get to this | |
| All these niggas, all snitchin' in | |
| If it' s too hot to handle it | |
| Then stay on out and I' m catchin' in | |
| These niggas out here talkin', these bitches ain' t no good | |
| I' m strapped up and I' m on one and wishin' it go wood | |
| I' m ridin' ' round in my big thang, still up in my hood | |
| I' m ridin' ' round with that big thang cause niggas ain' t no good | |
| I' ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful | |
| I' ve got to be, got to be, gogot to be more careful | |
| I' ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful | |
| I' ve got to be, got to be, gogot to be more careful | |
| They slip outchea, Deba | |
| Got to be more careful | |
| Never leave the crib, never leave my home | |
| Without my street instrument, my baritone | |
| Blat! This what I put aside | |
| Polite on the sucker, leave his face in his lap | |
| I get it play the game of death, they don' t play fair | |
| Gotta pack up 30 dig and always stay prepared | |
| I got some Girl Scout cookies and some Jackie | |
| A badass bitch with a short hair | |
| Tatiana Ali but, blowin' all up in my Ruprecon truck | |
| Should I say G? Talk is cheap | |
| Skatin' through the streets your tremendous ass be | |
| My money kinda tall but I don' t play ball | |
| Actin' all the pictures nick the paint off the wall | |
| Wutchu need? Problem you havin' mane? | |
| I' m like the concierge, I can get you anything | |
| My heart that pump, get my heart pumped, propane | |
| I' ve always been a factor, I ain' t never gonna lame | |
| Got a couple crash dummies that will wrap you like a mummy | |
| Push you in the graveyard where it' s dark, got Sunny | |
| Do it for a friend but I ain' t gotta give him money | |
| Slap you with the kid and they' ll do anything for me | |
| These niggas out here talkin', these bitches ain' t no good | |
| I' m strapped up and I' m on one and wishin' it go wood | |
| I' m ridin' ' round in my big thang, still up in my hood | |
| I' m ridin' ' round with that big thang cause niggas ain' t no good | |
| I' ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful | |
| I' ve got to be, got to be, gogot to be more careful | |
| I' ve got to be, got to be, got to be more careful | |
| I' ve got to be, got to be, gogot to be more careful |