Never in Your Life

[Mr. Lil One (Talkin)] This is a story Of me Being a sick ass mothafucka As a youth Shootin mothafuckas like you And bitches like you You all fall victim to The Sickos Cause I roam and I don't give a fuck And I never will, let me tell ya [Mr. Lil One] 7 8 1 red rum, why? Really want to know Look me in the eye I trust, not a mothafucka Get it through your head You dead mothafucka Givin out passes, make to the masses Cause I'm preachin, homicide classes Glasses could never ever see me Only the doomed could ever feel me You and me, could never mix Grab me a fake, put tape on his lips Tie em up, fry em up, Sicko style Flames to his brain, and then I smile While you, the others dance See me fuck around do the Devil's dance Everybody, knows I Don't give a fuck if you live or you die [Chorus] Never in your life could you ever fuck wit me Well if you're the killer, go ahead and murder [4x] [Mr. Lil One] Six Six Six, damn Everybody trips, am I a sick man Well let me tell you a story Once opon a krime, sick up in the mind One with the horns, like a mother morns Kinda how I feel, fuck a last meal Take the last laugh, beware of my wrath Never talk shit unless you've walked in my path Physcotic, all the bitches get erotic You'se a dumb mothafucka if you bought it What? The lies, she fed to your mind The bitch is a felon, strike it three times Krimes everybody commits em But not every criminal is sittin in prison Listen and learn, before you get burned Respect you gotta earn, or get smoked like cherm [Chorus] [Mr. Lil One] Come along for a walk, mothafucka let's talk The sparks full of boom, your marks on the stone Capon-e, I'm the shinin See you can't find, mothafuckas like mine belong against time A land full of sin, they execute men Give a grin then they shoot, with a brim and a suit I'm off and I stalk mothafuckas that talk The words from the cross, because it, I lost it Fuck what you heard, through the birds, stop hopin Go and rewind these lines just spoken Feelin and tellin, only I can tell them The way that I do, they're all about you Ain't not tellin what I might do, since I don't like you I feel I got the right to come and strike you, I might you Feel this, piss in the mist of the fog I admitt I commit a mob hit on your song Not it's gone [Chorus] [Mr. Lil One (Talkin)] Yeah, Mr. Lil One Remember, enjoy your living Cause you're for a long time dead Sicko baby I hate to say I told you so I told you so I told you I told you I told you