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Big Bow, 13
Big Bow, 13

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Another jam from the mind of the D
I put it down for the and the Central Coast Family
Some wicked pounding out your box
A little something to when you're cooking them rocks
We all got our own of making the green
You do whatever it takes to get up onto the
I do I do, staying true to the blue
Southside 13, what you fool?
Run and hide and get out map
Leva motherfuckers from the other side to the
I never forgive and punk I never
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 from the past
You're the kind of motherfucker talking shit
I'm the kind of motherfucker making the hit
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
Giving it till you whores can't stand, giving it till your heart
It's open, hoping for another
that fat hyna, it's ain't over till the hyna dance
Glance at a man with no worries, of teary
Riddle at me, loose, you fools from a noose
light you up on fire, put away my lighter
Fuck the fucking Devil, I'm the one that he
Inquiring minds want to
How the fuck we can be so fucking sick and to stick pussy
The cheif got the remedy
To make more than anybody in the pen with a felony
Now mad at me
I'm just glad we had the chance to be friendly I killed you fucking family
Say you're understanding me, you ain't no man to me
Pulling petty crimes, thinking that gonna flatter me
Bitch I could a fuck about what you're doing
I give a fuck about what, who that you flew
you sick like the flu, I know how to spook you
All it takes is a bullet, be shaking in your shoes
What kind of death do you choose? or suicide?
Circle one, call me '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 your ass hung
Chop you up with my machete with my mask on
yet I'll paint my face up like Dead Presidents
In your neighborhood, nothing but dead
When I get through with them, set them up and have a brew with
While the juras wondering what to do them
'cause there's so many of them, God must not loved them
he let me do what I did, close their eye lids

[Mr.
Now who be batty, coming trying to my skills
It's that evil-minded demon, shoving under the hills
Motherfuckers try to run but they can hide, I find em
Putting the in, hollow tips and I blind 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 so many sounds
Take these fools depressions like the year of 95
Homicide got me
why I'm loading a clip
Motherfuckers trying to
They end up just like shit