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    "Karma" Lyrics

    Mr. Lil One

    track 6
    Karma [2010]
    track 2 on disc 3
    Boxset [2010]
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    [Mr. Lil One]
    Where's my G's at sippin Mickey's and wearing Dickies
    Throwin up your set with a neck full of hickies
    No, I'm not Ricky but I live la vida loca
    Buckin down you socas that be talkin out your bocas
    Mota for the smokers, coka for the nose
    Peace to all my niggas that be talkin shit to hoes
    Clothes always creased screamin out fuck peace
    Nigga I'm from the streets where the devil never sleeps
    Deep into the bangin started slangin tryin to make it
    Run up on my shit, you got to murder me to take it
    Never tried to fake, tried to make it the way I can
    Cause man made the money, money never made the man
    Listen to the whistle, keep your fingers on the pistol
    Fuckin wit that crystal makes a mothafucka dismissed
    Every thing you love, and every thing done
    Don't mean a fuckin thing when a mothafuckas spun

    Leave it alone you're fuckin up holmes
    You're doin em wrong, You're doin em wrong
    You're doin em wrong, for all the wrong reasons
    You got a Karma with all the four seasons

    [Mr. Lil One]
    Any ways, just another day but I'm livin
    Givin it all I got for my mothafuckin Tot
    Hustlin my shit makin sure it's in your spot
    Bumpin down your block hear it every where you walk
    Hocus Pokus I was faded when I wrote this
    PCP smokers bangin who the lokest
    Bury you, I'm darin you, see if I put scare in you
    No air in you, left, when I done leave you hung
    Tattos and hair nets, youngsters and vets
    Throwin up their sets screamin out fucked the rest
    Let the dogs loose, gettin faded off the juice
    I'm fightin to get rich while you're fightin over a bitch
    Mothafuck you both, I'm stickin to my oath
    Terrorfy you bitches when you hear about my riches
    It's not about my salary it's all about reality
    I'm tryin to feed my family so why fuck you mad at me


    [Mr. Lil One(Talkin)]
    Yeah, this is to all you back stabbing bitches
    All you two faced hipocrits
    You mothafuckin haters out there
    You know who you are
    You got some karma for that ass
    Karma for all the four seasons
    This song was submitted on February 22nd, 2005 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Claudio Merlini.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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