| I’m on my way home, my block I roam
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| A pocket full of stones and a nickel plated nine
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| I’m on my way home, always travel alone
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| And I dare a nigga try to take mine
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| I’m on a one way, strapped up like a dyke bitch
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| Take a pussy nigga ice quick, that’s light shit
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| Cause these guns ain’t for show, boy
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| 40 shoot your face out your fro, boy
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| I’m letting niggas know, boy, that this 2N Crip
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| You know my name, you know my gang
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| And if you got a problem, you know I serve my 'caine
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| On the one way, if you come make sure you come with your thang
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| I’m not for the games, OK, switch subjects
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| I’m balling hard, these bitches love it
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| I just fuck 'em then fuck it, I gotta get this money
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| Rob a nigga for his cash and pay my tithes on Sunday
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| Lord, should I be worried 'bout karma?
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| If I’m robbing shit to giving you my dollars?
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| Neck too black for these white collars
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| When I plot, these motherfuckers gaining problems
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| And the farthest that I got was a stockroom
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| Screaming, «Fuck my boss, I’ma be on soon»
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| Same nigga used to sling weed in homeroom
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| Hustle hard ‘cause I didn’t have a home to go home to
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| So tell me, what I got to lose, nigga? |
| I’m on the block with my niggas
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| That’s down to pop a few hiccups so come up out them fucking jewels, nigga
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| Every day we play the post like a sinner
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| We pray to God ‘cause we sinners, we getting money like a Jew, nigga
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| Only a few niggas that I trust, the few niggas that will bust
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| But still every time I ride I keep my 45 tucked
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| Down in the we high, blowing ganja
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| Neck and my watch shine, but still ain’t got the time, bruh
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| If it ain’t 'bout money you see, ‘cause when I was broke
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| All you niggas weren’t fucking with me, I die for what I own
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| Before a nigga take something from me, I did a lot of shit
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| So I think karma coming for me, karma, how you doing?
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| My name is Joey, I like to blow trees
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| From the East side of Long Beach, I like to hang out with my OGs
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| Late, drinking 40s, making music, all the ops
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| You know, still I’m TTG, leaving niggas holy
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| Karma I heard about you, you tryna fuck I’m tryna fuck you too
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| You be fucking everybody, girl, but I don’t give a fuck tonight
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| I got my hammer tucked tonight, let a op try to drive by
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| I’ma leave him like at that light
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| The enemies shot the block up the other day
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| Like Nipsey said, «Gang bang, do it right»
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| Ran up on him in the morning while he eat eggs
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| Came back and smoked his older brother the same night, gang |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Karma , by - Joey Fatts. Song from the album Chipper Jones Vol. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп