Mr. Lil One - Karma lyrics

[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 n***as that be talkin sh** to hoes Clothes always creased screamin out f** peace n***a I'm from the streets where the devil never sleeps Deep into the bangin started slangin tryin to make it Run up on my sh**, 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 f**in wit that crystal makes a mothaf**a dismissed Every thing you love, and every thing done Don't mean a f**in thing when a mothaf**as sprung [Chorus] Leave it alone you're f**in 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 [2x] [Mr. Lil One] Any ways, just another day but I'm livin Givin it all I got for my mothaf**in Tot Hustlin my sh** 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 f**ed the rest Let the dogs loose, gettin faded off the juice I'm fightin to get rich while you're fightin over a b**h Mothaf** you both, I'm stickin to my oath Terrorfy you b**hes 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 f** you mad at me [Chorus] [Mr. Lil One(Talkin)] Yeah, this is to all you back stabbing b**hes All you two faced hipocrits You mothaf**in haters out there You know who you are You got some karma for that a** Karma for all the four seasons Gone