Mr. Lil One - World Full Of Sin Lyrics
[Mr. Lil One]*Talkin*This Lil One, puttin downFor this Underground CityHa ha, 6 to the 1-9Comin at youHa HaWith the VisciousHa Ha, fools[Mr. Lil One]I come across you the raw wayI kick my shit all dayI bust like a pistol, even though I listoBad memories, but now I'm makin G'sI feel like a prince, everybody wants a glimpsCause I came across, your thoughts double crossed youStill I see your stressin the lesson that I taught youOne to be learned not the one you wanna burnI'm knowin all the truths see me shootin from the roofPow, how you like me now, got so many stylesI let my mind travel and let my rhymes growDeep insto your zipcode even though my bloods' coldStill I bring the heat, let the Lil One speakDeep into your brain cells cause I know the game wellAin't no need to lie, when you die you got to hellAnd never make it back, you gotta burn for your sinsNo matter what the game, the grim reeper wins[Chorus]Throw your palms in the wind in this world full of sinEverybody get drunk while the Lil One bumpsNothin but the funky sip the brass monkeyTime to get blitz while the Lil One spits[2x][Mr. Lil One]Now all the drama that I hear aboutFools yappin out they mouthBest to be ready when I come in rock steadySend you to a place where the drama's in your faceAin't no time for me to wasteAin't no need to get a caseBut I gotta warn you, best believe I bring it on youKnown like a Capone cause I'm sick up in the doomA second's all it takes meI'm knownin how you fakes beAnd that's what motivates meTo maybe wanna brake theeLike you love a foe, motha*****as better knowIt's Lil One, puttin all that fear up in your soulAnd never could it change, always gotta stay the sameCause sick up in the brain will always remain by my name[Chorus][Mr. Lil One]Lil One be the nickname, listen while I spit gameAll remain calm while I drop you the bombAin't nobody here that'll fear me the lokMan the words that I spoke motha*****as now croakI heard it through the grape vine, you wanna take mineWell that's funny, I put that on my beer moneyYou can ***** wit these criminal phrasesBlows to your faces, high speed chasesThrough the back streets, tears in the back seatsDown to the death is all I got leftWe mobbed and we robbedThank God for my dawg and***** motha*****a who the ***** you mad dogginSee you want me runnin when you spot meHeard about the bids and you pigs never caught meMisbehave get caught up in the grave andThoughts be so evil, motha***** Wes Craven[Chorus]
