Karma

We fall down but we get back up
Struggles never hold us down, keep the semi auto tucked
You can’t never trust a soul in the city I’m from
If you’re beefing with the gang, We won’t hesitate to bust
Hear the tires screeching!
Karma is A bi
We don’t talk to Ci’s, F a none believer
Trigger finger happy hitta
We don’t want your sympathy, granny always pray for me
Tell me that I’m lost but I’m Found hitta
(Found hitta)
Dollar or a check, they gone show respect
Aim it at ya neck, watch your tone when you talk to me
Karma is bi
She gone shake the beehive
Best be bout your Bi, cause ain’t nothing sweet about her
Pulled up to the spot kicking the door Breaking the lock
My pistol cocked
Don’t move mother, assume the position
Hands up spread them like ops
We get to raiding the spot looking for Knots
Just show me the safe my hitta we know that you got that jolly green
Red beams, spill dreams of a rich hitta
We broke hittas rob dope dealers and smoke cigars
Ain’t no hope for You
Baby crying, the mothers crying and crying
As Dre is praying and hoping he gets to his 9 in time
Cause Mickey got his kid upside down saying
«I will kill your JR, not gone ask no more cause I’m tryna get to the paper»
Smacks Lisa, and everything just goes haywire
Shots fire, No more baby crying
«Homie what you thought that I was playing»
Dre jumps up and grabs for his duffle, Him and Mickey in a scuffle
While Lisa’s holding her bundle screaming
«Please give him money my baby is dying. Is it really worth all of us lying
inside of a pine»?
We fall down but we get back up
Struggles never hold us down, keep the semi auto tucked
You can’t never trust a soul in the city I’m from
If you’re beefing with the gang, We won’t hesitate to bust
Hear the tires screeching!
Karma is A bi
We don’t talk to Ci’s, F a none believer
Trigger finger happy hitta
We don’t want your sympathy, granny always pray for me
Tell me that I’m lost but I’m Found hitta
(Found hitta)
Dollar or a check, they gone show respect
Aim it at ya neck, watch your tone when you talk to me
Karma is bi
She gone shake the beehive
Best be bout your Bi, cause ain’t nothing sweet about her
Mickey puts all of his iron to Dre’s shirt and start to iron
Press his trigger stressed
His clothes a mess, hole in his vest
Dre finally gets his 9 but Mickey Kill him in time
Snatches Lisa, and Lisa leading him right to the safe
She’s numb from the pain, Mickey could careless it’s cold in veins
20 thou in his bank account, The sound of Cha Ching
«Oooo We rich now»
Mickey ties Lisa and runs
Hops in the car down the block, Tires screeching he gone
Sirens is blaring, 12 approaches the scene of a nightmare
Lisa upstairs
«Hi, I’m officer Rodriguez! Is that your family downstairs»?
She pulls her up In a hug, and leads her out to the car, the prescient is where
they’re going
«Lisa, how are you doing? Now I know that it’s hard, but if you tell me all
that happened look here, I promise we’re going to find the crusome killer that
caused this tragedy» Then, Lisa sips her coffee starts talking In agony
We fall down but we get back up
Struggles never hold us down, keep the semi auto tucked
You can’t never trust a soul in the city I’m from
If you’re beefing with the gang, We won’t hesitate to bust
Hear the tires screeching!
Karma is A bi
We don’t talk to Ci’s, F a none believer
Trigger finger happy hitta
We don’t want your sympathy, granny always pray for me
Tell me that I’m lost but I’m Found hitta
(Found hitta)
Dollar or a check, they gone show respect
Aim it at ya neck, watch your tone when you talk to me
Karma is bi
She gone shake the beehive
Best be bout your Bi, cause ain’t nothing sweet about her
A few weeks go by Mickey talking out the side of his neck
Bragging and boasting bout the lick that he did Saying
«I ran up in that thang like Get down or life’s over for you, Killed that hitta
son took his money and his rolly from him. Hitta I’m the man now,
look at how far I came up
Homie step ya game up, shining like the damn son. Finna get the hell up out
this trap I bought a new spot»
Little did he know his homie Houston was a CI
Wired liked some fences the feds was listening
Plotting and creeping round the corner and closing in on this hitta
Sirens is whaling, Mickey takes off and comes to a halt, was met by the law
«We got you surrounded Surrender or your, Going to face a terrible fate»
20 guns at his face
Rodriguez, who is ready to take him says
«Get down and put ya hands on ya head this life is over for you son»
Mickey yells
«I rather die by the force of a gun. These streets raised me. Product of the
slums I’m it’s baby. Prison must be hell so I’ll let God come and save me»
He reaches in his pocket Sounds like Fourth of July
His body it drops
The rain starts pouring big drops
In his hand he had a paper it was all Bald up
It said
«God please forgive me for the things that I did. If Karma comes,
I only tried to save my momma from cancer. Let me die take my life and save
her life instead don’t let her suffer for the sins I’ve committed while here»
Love Mickey