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Karma
197
Hip-Hop/Rap
Karma was released on February 24, 1998 by Tommy Boy Music, LLC as a part of the album Legends
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AlbumLegends
Release DateFebruary 24, 1998
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

Lyrics

The D.A
Asked Me
How Can I do the things I do?
Why did I do the things that I did?
And then the Judge
Sentenced my black ass
For a long long time
I couldn’t convince the jury
I couldn’t convince no damn body
Sometimes I sit and think about my life
About what I did wrong and what I should truly do right
Now what I did I weep when I was out doing dirt
Never thought the consequences would ten times worst
Yo, I got to get paper baby for sure
By All means, wear my hair wild if I want like Don King
Cause yo, I remember in December, I was shorter than a mug
With this girl name faith, that I so called used to love
But loving me is like loving a pet bull
It ain’t no surprise about the shit I might try to pull
Back to flavor player, that I savior
I always have caper that chase major paper
 I had two **** down in North click
Shit was doing fine as fuck,
Til one of them got touched
And that’s when the game went downhill
Yo, you get panicky and stressed out
 And trust every deal
I’m thinking we trying to convince baby to roll
Cause I don’t touch but bills, I’m cold, I’m fold
 Yo, I cop three from my **** big hurt
Not knowing that he singing like Gerald Levert
I’m hurt
Goes around, comes around
Never thinking you won’t go down
[Live By, Die By]
Goes around, comes around
Never thinking you won’t go down
[Live By, Die By]
See I was the youngest, my pops don’t play that shit
Some be honest with your earnings and your benefits
**** get a job, fuck selling that killa
I wanted to be a hundred dolla billa
Like the rest of the dilla
So bring it on
 I wasn’t after the platinum, I was holding the chrome
The hole was getting crazier, the ground was on
But you know how the neighborhood be
Demons every corner, grim reaper in the streets
See, my cousin was horsetown jacking and shit
Trying to come up on a motherfucking lick
His girl was selling water, his mom was a bookie
Twisting that 750, and his crew was straight rookies
He had a good time sticking desert and knives in people’s grills
And now the devil’s gotta pay his bills
You hate to hear something gruesome and tragic
Yeah, just another spill of black magic,
Some **** that he got a year ago
Sawed his mama house in half
Six body bags, a blood bath
And this he ignored
Cause you live by the sword, die by the sword
Goes around, comes around
Never thinking you won’t go down
[Live By, Die By]
Goes around, comes around
Never thinking you won’t go down
[Live By, Die By]
Mama always told me, it be days like this
Just having shit, I’m out to get rich with my **** do lits
Father forgive me, but my kids need food
So this glock that I got has to spit
And got myself into some real shit
And took 9 for the crime
Thinking Imma go and get mines
For doing dumb shit, I’m laid in a ditch
What goes around, comes around
Ain’t that a………
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