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Mr. Lil One - Lyrics

[Mr. Lil
my G's at sippin Mickey's and wearing Dickies
Throwin up your set with a neck of hickies
No I'm not Ricky but I la vida loca
Buckin down you that be talkin out your bocas
Mota for the smokers, for the nose
Peace to all my niggas that be talkin shit to
always creased screamin out f**k peace
Nigga I'm from the streets where the never sleeps
Deep into the started slangin tryin to make it
Run up on my shit, you got to murder me to it
tried to fake, tried to make it the way I can
Cause man made the money, money made the man
Listen to the whistle, keep fingers on the pistol
F**kin wit that crystal makes a mothaf**ka
Every thing you love, and thing done
Don't mean a f**kin thing a mothaf**kas sprung

Leave it alone you're up holmes
You're doin em wrong, You're doin em
You're em wrong, for all the wrong 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 sure it's in spot
Bumpin down your hear it every where you walk
Hocus Pokus I was when I wrote this
PCP bangin who the lokest
Bury you, I'm you, see if I put scare in you
No air in you, left, when I done leave you
and hair nets, youngsters and vets
Throwin up their sets out f**ked the rest
Let the loose, gettin faded off the juice
I'm to get rich while you're fightin over a bitch
you both, I'm stickin to my oath
Terrorfy you bitches when you hear about my
It's not about my salary all about reality
I'm to feed my family so why f**k 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