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Mr. Lil One - Lyrics

[Mr. Lil
Where's my G's at Mickey's and wearing Dickies
up your set with a neck full of hickies
No I'm not Ricky but I live la vida
Buckin you socas that be talkin out your bocas
for the smokers, coka for the nose
Peace to all my niggas that be talkin shit to
Clothes always creased screamin out f**k
Nigga I'm from the streets the devil never sleeps
Deep the bangin started slangin tryin to make it
Run up on my shit, you got to me to take it
tried to fake, tried to make it the way I can
Cause man the money, money never made the man
Listen to the whistle, keep fingers on the pistol
F**kin wit that crystal a mothaf**ka dismissed
Every you love, and every thing done
mean a f**kin thing when a mothaf**kas sprung

Leave it you're f**kin up holmes
You're doin em wrong, doin em wrong
You're doin em wrong, for all the reasons
You got a with all the four seasons

[Mr. Lil

Any ways, just another day but I'm
it all I got for my mothaf**kin Tot
Hustlin my shit makin it's in your spot
down your block hear it every where you walk
Hocus I was faded when I wrote this
PCP smokers who the lokest
Bury you, I'm you, see if I put scare in you
No air in you, left, when I done you hung
Tattos and nets, youngsters and vets
Throwin up their sets screamin out f**ked the
Let the dogs loose, gettin faded off the
I'm fightin to get rich while you're fightin over a
Mothaf**k you both, I'm to my oath
Terrorfy you when you hear about my riches
It's not about my salary it's all about
I'm tryin to feed my family so why you mad at me

[Mr. Lil One(Talkin)]
Yeah, is to all you back stabbing bitches
All you two faced
You mothaf**kin out there
You who you are
You got some karma for ass
for all the four seasons