[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