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Mr. Lil One - Lyrics

[Mr. Lil
Where's my G's at sippin Mickey's and Dickies
Throwin up your set with a neck of hickies
No I'm not Ricky but I live la loca
Buckin you socas that be talkin out your bocas
for the smokers, coka for the nose
Peace to all my niggas that be talkin to hoes
Clothes creased screamin out f**k peace
Nigga I'm from the streets where the devil sleeps
Deep into the bangin 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 made the money, money made the man
Listen to the whistle, keep your fingers on the
F**kin wit that makes a mothaf**ka dismissed
Every thing you love, and every thing
mean a f**kin thing when a mothaf**kas sprung

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

[Mr. Lil

Any ways, another day but I'm livin
it all I got for my mothaf**kin Tot
Hustlin my shit sure it's in your spot
Bumpin down your block hear it every you walk
Hocus Pokus I was faded I wrote this
PCP smokers who the lokest
you, I'm darin 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 sets screamin out f**ked the rest
Let the dogs loose, gettin off the juice
I'm fightin to get rich while fightin over a bitch
Mothaf**k you both, I'm stickin to my
Terrorfy you bitches you hear about my riches
not about my salary it's all about reality
I'm tryin to 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 hipocrits
You haters out there
You who you are
You got karma for that ass
Karma for all the four