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Woodie lyrics : "Shits Gone Strange"

Woodie]
As I'm 'bout to blow up
Your knot and barrel $#[email protected] your brains

I kinda take in a back
And think about how things changed
We used to be homies

You flipped the script and now we rivals
I hear you gettin' punked $#[email protected]' with them outsidaz
A ridah you?

Hell naw more like a (*##$
You's a non loyall backstabbing cowardly snitch
My homies fighting 25 to life for doin' dirt

So dont try to deny it sucka
He's got you paper worked
Should of kept you homies tight

And played your cards right
Instead you try to be that baller
End up owin' your life

And ain't no thang for me to rearange
Your friends of L.A.
The Yoc pretains

So I maintain on the names
And everything has gone strange
But I'm still up in this %#@!

Even though my gang's diminished
To a five member click
And Blackbird is gone

But you never know how long
That mutha$#[email protected] might just creep up
Leavin' two in your dome

And it's on



Blackbird is gone
But the funk don't stop
As I'm 'bout to blow up

Your knot and barrel $#[email protected] your brains
Blackbird is gone
But the funk don't stop

As I'm 'bout to blow up
Your knot and barrel $#[email protected] your brains
We used to be homies

But you a rat infested rodent
As I'm 'bout to blow up
Your knot and barrel $#[email protected] your brains

We used to be homies
You flipped the script and now we rivals



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 fade
When I set the flight
Good night, I reen

I mean not dreams
When I let loose
Induce 16 in your spleen

And produce another murder scene
My bullets fiend the teams of scream
From an auto machine

And put your $$# to sleep, tweak
When I creep, peep
These sticky situations

Conceration's what I'm facin'
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, toked no doubt

And I move that you choose
single doubt
Man there's lessons to be learned
Tables to be turned
Treason is the reason

For our bridges being burned
Scraps earn when our hollow tips drip
From the clip (*##$
No %#@!, when my twist spits
And wipe you off my hitlist

And witness a bigness
And homies that will witness
At one time, but $#[email protected] why
He'll switch up with quickness
Your rediculous

And giving Northern Cal a bad name
Homies gonna get some grain
Damn %#@!'s gone strange





Blackbird is gone
But the funk don't stop



Homies gonna get some grain
Damn %#@!'s gone strange



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