LIL LOS LYRICS:
SHITS GONE STRANGE
As my mind falls blind to a cloud of smoke/ Stroke chambers with my fingers and hope/ Dirty blood SPILLS tonight, nine mills spit tight, hit right/ make your fate when there sent on flight goodnight, Irene/ I mean nice dreams when I let loose, induce sixteen in your spleen/ And produce another murder scene/ My bullets fiend in teams to scream from an auto machine/ and put your ass to sleep tweak, when I creep, peep/ These sticky situations, incarsurations what I'm facing/ But there's no hesitations when I relieve frustrations/ the case is..huh, you bruised my pride/ But I refuse to loose so I'll choose to ride/ My side, my folks NO JOKE LEAVE you smoked hoe, no doubt/ and that weak move that you choosed leave you two singled out/ There's lessons to be learned (LEARNED), tables to be turned (TURNED)/ Treason is the reason for our bridges being burned/ Stripes earned when hollow tips drip from a clip bitch/ rip shit when the clips spits and wipe you off my hitlist/ and witness the bitchness from homies that were with this/ at one time, but funk rised and switched up with the quickness/ your dickless, and giving Northern Cal a bad name/ Homies going against the grain, damn shit's gone strange.
I PUT THESE IN CAPS BECAUSE THEY ARE CORRECTIONS
SHITS GONE STRANGE
As my mind falls blind to a cloud of smoke/ Stroke chambers with my fingers and hope/ Dirty blood SPILLS tonight, nine mills spit tight, hit right/ make your fate when there sent on flight goodnight, Irene/ I mean nice dreams when I let loose, induce sixteen in your spleen/ And produce another murder scene/ My bullets fiend in teams to scream from an auto machine/ and put your ass to sleep tweak, when I creep, peep/ These sticky situations, incarsurations what I'm facing/ But there's no hesitations when I relieve frustrations/ the case is..huh, you bruised my pride/ But I refuse to loose so I'll choose to ride/ My side, my folks NO JOKE LEAVE you smoked hoe, no doubt/ and that weak move that you choosed leave you two singled out/ There's lessons to be learned (LEARNED), tables to be turned (TURNED)/ Treason is the reason for our bridges being burned/ Stripes earned when hollow tips drip from a clip bitch/ rip shit when the clips spits and wipe you off my hitlist/ and witness the bitchness from homies that were with this/ at one time, but funk rised and switched up with the quickness/ your dickless, and giving Northern Cal a bad name/ Homies going against the grain, damn shit's gone strange.
I PUT THESE IN CAPS BECAUSE THEY ARE CORRECTIONS