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Big Bow, 13
Big Bow, 13

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

[Lil'
It's the Rob
Known the mob 'cause I be dropping them 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 ain't over till the 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
the fucking Devil, I'm the one that he admires
Inquiring minds want to
How the fuck we can be so fucking and quick to stick pussy
The cheif got the remedy
To make more enemies than anybody in the pen with a
Now mad at me
I'm just glad we had the to be friendly before I killed you fucking family
Say you're understanding me, fool you no man to me
Pulling petty crimes, thinking that you're flatter me
Bitch I could give a fuck about you're doing
I could give a fuck about what, who you flew
Make you sick like the flu, I know how to you
All it is a bullet, you'll be shaking in your shoes
What of death do you choose? Homicide or suicide?
Circle one, call me Gato 'cause the cat got your
Ese young, 21, saying that I'm done
But the more that you talk, the more fun has begun
Leave your ass rung, let your ass hung
Chop you up with my machete my hockey mask on
Better yet I'll paint my face up like Dead
In your neighborhood, nothing but residents
When I get through with them, set them up and have a brew with
While the juras wondering to do with them
'cause there's so many of them, God must not have loved
'cause he let me do what I did, close their eye

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