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Big Bow, 13
Big Bow, 13

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Another jam from the of the double D
I put it down for the homies and the Central Coast
wicked shit pounding out your box
A little something to when you're cooking them rocks
We all got our own ways of the green
You do whatever it to get up onto the scene
I do what I do, staying true to the
Southside 13, what you fool?
Run and and get out your map
Leva from the other side to the tracks
I never forgive and punk I never
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 make it
Like a quick half ounce, another thing the past
You're the kind of motherfucker talking bitch
I'm the kind of motherfucker making the hit
When I see you in the street you better run and
'cause if I pull out my gat, I shoot to motherfucker

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

[Mr.
Now who be batty, trying 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 in, hollow tips and I blind em
Shadow be one bald-headed fool ready to bust
The man of steel who turns his rivals into dust
I admit to all the shit that I commited
All the fucking bodies and the craniums that I
I spitted rhymes, I flipped so many sounds
Take these fools depressions like the year of 95
got me tripping
That's why I'm loading a
Motherfuckers trying to
They end up looking just like