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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 for the homies and the Central Coast Family
Some wicked shit out your box
A little something to bump you're cooking them rocks
We all got our own of making the green
You do it takes to get up onto the scene
I do I do, staying true to the blue
Southside 13, what about you
Run and hide and get out map
Leva motherfuckers from the other side to the
I never and punk I never forget
It ain't over motherfuckers, no not yet
Move out of scene, I knew you would
I got motherfucking trick up my sleeve
Smoke you like a roach, can I it last?
Like a quick half ounce, another thing the past
You're the kind of motherfucker 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 shoot to motherfucker

Rob]
It's the Rob
Known like the mob I be dropping them hits
it till you whores can't stand, giving it till your heart quits
It's open, hoping for chance
Fuck that fat hyna, it's ain't till the hyna dance
Glance at a man with no worries, of teary
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 sick and quick to stick
The cheif got the remedy
To make more enemies than anybody in the pen with a
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, fool you no man to me
Pulling petty crimes, thinking that you're flatter me
Bitch I could give a about what you're doing
I give a fuck about what, who that you flew
Make you sick like the flu, I know how to you
All it takes is a bullet, you'll be shaking in shoes
What kind of death do you Homicide or suicide?
one, call me Gato 'cause the cat got your toungue
Ese young, 21, people that I'm done
But the more shit you talk, the more fun has begun
Leave your ass rung, let alone your ass
Chop you up with my machete with my mask on
Better yet paint my face up like Dead Presidents
In your neighborhood, nothing but dead
When I get through with them, set 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 loved them
'cause he let me do what I did, close eye lids

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