Mr. Lil One - Karma Lyrics
[Mr. Lil One]Where's my G's at sippin Mickey's and wearing DickiesThrowin up your set with a neck full of hickiesNo, I'm not Ricky but I live la vida locaBuckin down you socas that be talkin out your bocasMota for the smokers, coka for the nosePeace to all my niggas that be talkin shit to hoesClothes always creased screamin out ***** peaceNigga I'm from the streets where the devil never sleepsDeep into the bangin started slangin tryin to make itRun up on my shit, you got to murder me to take itNever tried to fake, tried to make it the way I canCause man made the money, money never made the manListen to the whistle, keep your fingers on the pistol*****in wit that crystal makes a motha*****a dismissedEvery thing you love, and every thing doneDon't mean a *****in thing when a motha*****as sprung[Chorus]Leave it alone you're *****in up holmesYou're doin em wrong, You're doin em wrongYou're doin em wrong, for all the wrong reasonsYou got a Karma with all the four seasons[2x][Mr. Lil One]Any ways, just another day but I'm livinGivin it all I got for my motha*****in TotHustlin my shit makin sure it's in your spotBumpin down your block hear it every where you walkHocus Pokus I was faded when I wrote thisPCP smokers bangin who the lokestBury you, I'm darin you, see if I put scare in youNo air in you, left, when I done leave you hungTattos and hair nets, youngsters and vetsThrowin up their sets screamin out *****ed the restLet the dogs loose, gettin faded off the juiceI'm fightin to get rich while you're fightin over a *****Motha***** you both, I'm stickin to my oathTerrorfy you *****es when you hear about my richesIt's not about my salary it's all about realityI'm tryin to feed my family so why ***** you mad at me[Chorus][Mr. Lil One(Talkin)]Yeah, this is to all you back stabbing *****esAll you two faced hipocritsYou motha*****in haters out thereYou know who you areYou got some karma for that assKarma for all the four seasonsGone
