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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 Coast Family
Some wicked shit out your box
A something to bump when you're cooking them rocks
We all got our own ways of making the
You do whatever it takes to get up onto the
I do what I do, true to the blue
Southside 13, what you fool?
Run and hide and get out map
Leva motherfuckers from the other to the tracks
I forgive and punk I never forget
It ain't over motherfuckers, no not yet
out of scene, I knew you would leave
I got another motherfucking up my sleeve
you like a roach, can I make it last?
Like a quick half ounce, another thing from the
You're the of motherfucker talking shit bitch
I'm the of motherfucker 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'
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
open, hoping for another chance
Fuck that fat hyna, it's over till the hyna dance
Glance at a man with no worries, full of
Riddle at me, loose, hang you fools a noose
Then you up on fire, put away my lighter
Fuck the fucking Devil, I'm the one that he
Inquiring minds to know
How the fuck we can be so fucking sick and quick to pussy
The cheif got the remedy
To make more enemies anybody in the pen with a felony
Now mad at me
I'm just glad we had the chance to be before 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 fuck about what doing
I could give a about what, who that you flew
Make you sick like the flu, I how to spook you
All it takes is a bullet, you'll be in your shoes
What kind of death do you choose? or suicide?
Circle one, 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 machete my hockey mask on
Better yet I'll paint my face up Dead Presidents
In your neighborhood, nothing but dead
When I get through with them, set them up and have a brew them
the juras wondering what to do with them
'cause there's so many of them, God 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
that evil-minded demon, shoving fools under the hills
Motherfuckers try to run but can never hide, I find em
the bullets in, hollow tips and I blind em
Shadow be that one fool ready to bust
The man of steel who turns his into fucking dust
I must to all the shit that I commited
All the fucking bodies and the craniums I splitted
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 to trip
They end up looking like shit