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Mr. Lil One - Karma

[Mr. Lil
Where's my G's at sippin Mickey's and wearing
Throwin up your set with a neck of hickies
No I'm not Ricky but I la vida loca
Buckin down you socas that be talkin out bocas
for the smokers, coka for the nose
Peace to all my that be talkin shit to hoes
Clothes always screamin out f**k peace
Nigga I'm from the where the devil never sleeps
Deep into the bangin started slangin 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
to the whistle, keep your fingers on the pistol
F**kin wit that crystal a mothaf**ka dismissed
thing you love, and every thing done
Don't mean a f**kin thing when a sprung

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

[Mr. Lil

Any ways, another day but I'm livin
it all I got for my mothaf**kin Tot
Hustlin my shit makin sure in your spot
Bumpin your block hear it every where you walk
Hocus I was faded when I wrote this
PCP smokers bangin who the
Bury you, I'm darin you, see if I put in you
No air in you, left, I done leave you hung
Tattos and hair nets, and vets
Throwin up their sets screamin out the rest
Let the dogs loose, gettin off the juice
I'm fightin to get rich while you're over a bitch
you both, I'm stickin to my oath
Terrorfy you bitches when you hear 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, is to all you back stabbing bitches
All you two faced
You mothaf**kin haters out
You who you are
You got some for that ass
Karma for all the seasons