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Mr. Lil One - Karma

[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 la vida loca
Buckin you socas that be talkin out your bocas
Mota for the smokers, coka for the
Peace to all my niggas that be talkin shit to
Clothes always screamin out f**k peace
Nigga I'm from the streets the devil never sleeps
Deep into the bangin started slangin 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, never made the man
Listen to the whistle, your fingers on the pistol
F**kin wit that makes a mothaf**ka dismissed
thing you love, and every thing done
Don't mean a f**kin thing a mothaf**kas sprung

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

[Mr. Lil

Any ways, just day but I'm livin
it all I got for my mothaf**kin Tot
Hustlin my shit makin sure in your spot
down your block hear it every where you walk
Hocus Pokus I was faded when I wrote
PCP smokers bangin who the
Bury you, I'm you, see if I put scare in you
No air in you, left, I done leave you hung
Tattos and hair nets, youngsters and
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
It's not about my salary all about reality
I'm tryin to feed my family so why you mad at me

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