Artist: Mr. Lil One Album: No Condolences/The Best of Mr. Lil One Song: World Full of Sin Typed by: thesickest702@hotmail.com [Mr. Lil One] *Talkin* This Lil One, puttin down For this Underground City Ha ha, 6 to the 1-9 Comin at you Ha Ha With the Viscious Ha Ha, fools [Mr. Lil One] I come across you the raw way I kick my shit all day I bust like a pistol, even though I listo Bad memories, but now I'm makin G's I feel like a prince, everybody wants a glimps Cause I came across, your thoughts double crossed you Still I see your stressin the lesson that I taught you One to be learned not the one you wanna burn I'm knowin all the truths see me shootin from the roof Pow, how you like me now, got so many styles I let my mind travel and let my rhymes grow Deep insto your zipcode even though my bloods' cold Still I bring the heat, let the Lil One speak Deep into your brain cells cause I know the game well Ain't no need to lie, when you die you got to hell And never make it back, you gotta burn for your sins No matter what the game, the grim reeper wins [Chorus] Throw your palms in the wind in this world full of sin Everybody get drunk while the Lil One bumps Nothin but the funky sip the brass monkey Time to get blitz while the Lil One spits [2x] [Mr. Lil One] Now all the drama that I hear about Fools yappin out they mouth Best to be ready when I come in rock steady Send you to a place where the drama's in your face Ain't no time for me to waste Ain't no need to get a case But I gotta warn you, best believe I bring it on you Known like a Capone cause I'm sick up in the doom A second's all it takes me I'm knownin how you fakes be And that's what motivates me To maybe wanna brake thee Like you love a foe, mothafuckas better know It's Lil One, puttin all that fear up in your soul And never could it change, always gotta stay the same Cause sick up in the brain will always remain by my name [Chorus] [Mr. Lil One] Lil One be the nickname, listen while I spit game All remain calm while I drop you the bomb Ain't nobody here that'll fear me the lok Man the words that I spoke mothafuckas now croak I heard it through the grape vine, you wanna take mine Well that's funny, I put that on my beer money You can fuck wit these criminal phrases Blows to your faces, high speed chases Through the back streets, tears in the back seats Down to the death is all I got left We mobbed and we robbed Thank God for my dawg and Bitch mothafucka who the fuck you mad doggin See you want me runnin when you spot me Heard about the bids and you pigs never caught me Misbehave get caught up in the grave and Thoughts be so evil, mothafuck Wes Craven [Chorus]