Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Karma, artist - Outlawz. Date of issue: 04.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Karma |
| Yeah, Five Thirteen, it’s a movie, muthafucka |
| Yeah, Outlawz, Snoop Dogg, real gangsta shit |
| Yeah, let’s go |
| What do we have here and now? |
| Outlaw Ridaz and the Dogg Father |
| We just came to collect from you style bitters |
| Law homies similar to them Al Qaeda’s |
| Yung bull’s off the leash, and he will bite ya |
| Project roof with the beam, yeah they will snipe ya |
| Time to pay the piper, this for them three strikers |
| We got soldiers from Pelican Bay to Rickers |
| Yung Thug show they dug up, wanna be just like us |
| Long Beach to Jersey, ain’t no limits, I’m like Percy |
| No love for these hoes, we ain’t thirsty |
| My Makaveli and Kadafi live on |
| Real soldiers never fall, we keep pushin' along |
| And the polly ain’t involved unless it’s paper involved |
| It’s official as it gets, Snoop Dogg and 'em Outlawz |
| Born on the West, raised on the East |
| Best of both coastes, ways of the streets |
| Man up or man down, stand up or stand down |
| You know the rules, what goes around, comes around |
| What goes up, yes, comin' down |
| And if that bitch can’t swim, then she bound to drown |
| Out of 25 niggas, 20 will try to kill ya |
| Then outta them five, 2 don’t really feel ya |
| Then outta them three, one gon' get familiar |
| Then outta them two, they gon' set you up to kill yo ass |
| What’s done in the dark will come to the light |
| You used to pull up, mobbin' 'em boys |
| The tables done turn cause you run in the night |
| Death to my enemies, throw 'em reposers |
| One in yo face instead of a closure |
| Bang, bang (comma comma), now nobody knows ya |
| Bang, these niggas ain’t nuttin' like us |
| They ain’t gon' bust a grape in a fruit fight |
| Why thy niggas actin' so tough? |
| I done played around, got funded on |
| Hit the ground but now I’m back off |
| But there comes a time in the middle of a rhyme |
| When I have to stop and you fucked, nigga |
| Fuck nigga, nigga, that’s cum on yo muthafuckin' head, nigga |
| I’m finna paint you red, you dead, nigga |
| Actions speak louder than words, and ain’t nobody talkin' |
| I come through with karma in the lock and get through with (cop papapapapa) |
| Barkin' on these niggas |
| Workin' on these niggas |
| Talkin' on, stompin' on, C walkin' on these niggas |
| Lurkin' on these niggas |
| Breakin' bread, takin' mess |
| To sustain my mindframe |
| Dope pound, that’s my game |
| They like my time change, taste like that Bombay |
| Spread like that nine, bang |
| Always do my thang |
| Niggas know 10 to 4, stay high, way high |
| But I can make you drink about it |
| I can make you think about it |
| DPGS, Outlaw immortals |
| Smash that, flashbacks |
| Get yo tape recorders |
| Push play, good day |
| Get more money |
| Pussey, roll it up, it betta be that good shit |
| C-comin' through, thirty D, no creep |
| All guns, all hot |
| King James, all heat |
| So ride down to the bow wow |
| The shit gets no rilla |
| Long done, king kong |
| Bitch, I’m Godzilla |
| Man up or man down, stand up or stand down |
| You know the rules, what goes around, comes around |
| What goes up, yes, comin' down |
| And if that bitch can’t swim, then she bound to drown |
| What go around, come around, we backin' up the bubble |
| O-Fowl and D.O. |
| Double, you know it’s known for trouble |
| You know we gon' hustle, from here to abroad |
| If you mad at the grind, then you prolly |
| Get the way that I shine is a sight to behold |
| A1 from the jump, never snitch, never told |
| Stay up on my toes, peepin' game is a must |
| Livin' my life on the move, it’s only a few I can trust |
| So weird, it’s like I’m not even here |
| Until they see me in the flesh |
| And they know that it’s real |
| So clear, no cries, like a VVS |
| No challenge, no cally, but we still the best |
| Let 'em have it like a spree, no brown, no green |
| It’s a small thing to an outlaw, Don King |
| We still gettin' it and keep it movin' like 18 Wheelers |
| Stay away from squealers and bullshitters |
| It’s the niggas |
| Man up or man down, stand up or stand down |
| You know the rules, what goes around, comes around |
| What goes up, yes, comin' down |
| And if that bitch can’t swim, then she bound to drown |