[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



[Chorus]

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

[2x]



[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



[Chorus]



[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

Gone