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Big Bow, 13
Big Bow, 13

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Another jam from the mind of the D
I put it down for the and the Central Coast Family
Some wicked shit out your box
A little something to bump when you're cooking rocks
We all got our own of making the green
You do whatever it takes to get up the scene
I do what I do, true to the blue
Southside 13, what about you
Run and and get out your map
Leva motherfuckers the other side to the tracks
I forgive and punk I never forget
It ain't motherfuckers, no not just yet
Move out of scene, I knew you would
I got another trick up my sleeve
Smoke you like a roach, can I it last?
Like a quick half ounce, thing from the past
You're the kind of motherfucker talking bitch
I'm the kind of motherfucker the hit list
When I see you in the street you better run and
if I pull out my gat, I shoot to kill motherfucker

[Lil'
the Lil' Rob
Known like the mob 'cause I be dropping hits
Giving it till you whores can't stand, giving it till your quits
It's open, hoping for chance
Fuck fat hyna, it's ain't over till the hyna dance
Glance at a man with no worries, full of
Riddle at me, loose, hang you fools a noose
Then light you up on fire, put my lighter
the fucking Devil, I'm the one that he admires
Inquiring want to know
How the fuck we can be so fucking sick and to stick pussy
The cheif enemies got the
To make more enemies anybody in the pen with a felony
Now mad at me
I'm just we had the chance to be friendly before I killed you fucking family
Say understanding me, fool you ain't no man to me
Pulling petty crimes, thinking that gonna flatter me
Bitch I could give a fuck about what doing
I could a fuck about what, who that you flew
Make you like the flu, I know how to spook you
All it is a bullet, you'll be shaking in your shoes
What kind of death do you Homicide or suicide?
one, call me Gato 'cause the cat got your toungue
Ese young, 21, saying that I'm done
But the more shit that you talk, the more fun has
Leave your ass rung, let alone ass hung
Chop you up with my with my hockey mask on
Better yet I'll paint my face up Dead Presidents
In your neighborhood, nothing but residents
When I get through with them, set them up and have a with them
While the juras wondering what to do them
'cause so many of them, God must not have loved them
'cause he let me do what I did, their eye lids

[Mr.
Now who be batty, coming to diss my skills
It's that evil-minded demon, fools under the hills
Motherfuckers try to run but they can never hide, I em
Putting the bullets in, tips and I blind em
Shadow be that one bald-headed ready to bust
The man of steel who turns his into fucking dust
I must admit to all the shit that I
All the fucking and the craniums that I splitted
I spitted many rhymes, I flipped so sounds
these fools into depressions like the year of 95
got me tripping
That's why I'm a clip
Motherfuckers to trip
end up looking just like shit