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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
wicked shit pounding out your box
A little to bump when you're cooking them rocks
We all got our own of making the green
You do whatever it takes to get up the scene
I do I do, staying true to the blue
Southside 13, what about you
Run and and get out your map
Leva motherfuckers from the side to the tracks
I never forgive and I never forget
It ain't over motherfuckers, no not yet
Move out of scene, I knew you would
I got another motherfucking up my sleeve
Smoke you a roach, can I make it last?
Like a quick ounce, another thing from the past
You're the kind of motherfucker talking shit
I'm the kind of making the hit list
When I see you in the street you run and cover
'cause if I pull out my gat, I to kill motherfucker

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

[Mr.
Now who be batty, coming trying to diss my
It's evil-minded demon, shoving fools under the hills
Motherfuckers try to run but they can hide, I find em
the bullets in, hollow tips and I blind em
Shadow be that one bald-headed fool to bust
The man of steel who turns his into fucking dust
I must admit to all the shit I commited
All the fucking bodies and the that I splitted
I spitted many rhymes, I flipped so sounds
Take these fools into depressions like the of 95
got me tripping
That's why I'm loading a
trying to trip
They end up looking like shit