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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 full of
No I'm not Ricky but I la vida loca
Buckin down you that be talkin out your bocas
for the smokers, coka for the nose
Peace to all my niggas that be talkin to hoes
Clothes always screamin out f**k peace
Nigga I'm from the streets the devil never sleeps
Deep into the started slangin tryin to make it
Run up on my shit, you got to me to take it
Never 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 on the pistol
wit that crystal makes a mothaf**ka dismissed
Every thing you love, and every thing
Don't mean a f**kin thing a mothaf**kas sprung

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

[Mr. Lil

Any ways, just another day but I'm
Givin it all I got for my Tot
my shit makin sure it's in your spot
Bumpin down your block it every where you walk
Hocus Pokus I was 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 leave you hung
Tattos and hair nets, youngsters and
Throwin up their sets screamin out the rest
Let the dogs loose, faded off the juice
I'm fightin to get rich while you're fightin over a
Mothaf**k you both, I'm to my oath
you bitches when you hear about my riches
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 hipocrits
You haters out there
You who you are
You got karma for that ass
Karma for all the seasons