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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 shit pounding out your box
A little something to bump you're cooking them rocks
We all got our own ways of making the
You do whatever it to get up onto the scene
I do what I do, true to the blue
Southside 13, about you fool?
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 you would leave
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 talking shit bitch
I'm the kind of motherfucker making the hit
I see you in the street you better run and cover
'cause if I pull out my gat, I shoot to motherfucker

[Lil'
the Lil' Rob
Known like the mob I be dropping them hits
Giving it till you whores stand, giving it till your heart quits
It's open, for another chance
Fuck that fat hyna, it's ain't over till the dance
Glance at a man no worries, full of teary
Riddle at me, loose, hang you from a noose
Then light you up on fire, put away my
Fuck the fucking Devil, I'm the one that he
Inquiring want to know
How the fuck we can be so fucking sick and to stick 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 friendly before I killed you family
Say you're understanding me, you ain't no man to me
Pulling crimes, thinking that you're gonna flatter me
I could give a fuck about what you're doing
I could give a fuck 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 shaking in your
What kind of do you choose? Homicide or suicide?
Circle one, call me Gato 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 I'll paint my face up like Dead
In your neighborhood, nothing but dead
When I get through with them, set them up and a brew with them
While the juras wondering what to do them
'cause there's so many of them, God not have loved them
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, shoving fools the hills
try to run but they can never hide, I find em
Putting the bullets in, hollow tips and I em
be that one bald-headed fool ready to bust
The man of steel who turns his rivals into fucking
I admit to all the shit that I commited
All the bodies and the craniums that I splitted
I many rhymes, I flipped so many sounds
Take these into depressions like the year of 95
got me tripping
That's why I'm loading a
Motherfuckers trying to
They end up looking like shit