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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 Central Coast
wicked shit 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 to get up onto the scene
I do what I do, true to the blue
Southside 13, about you fool?
Run and hide and get out map
Leva motherfuckers from the side to the tracks
I forgive and punk I never forget
It over motherfuckers, no not just yet
Move out of scene, I knew you would
I got another motherfucking up my sleeve
Smoke you like a roach, can I make it
Like a quick half ounce, another thing the past
You're the kind of motherfucker shit bitch
I'm the kind of making the hit list
When I see you in the street you better run and
'cause if I pull out my gat, I shoot to kill

[Lil'
It's the Rob
like the mob 'cause I be dropping them hits
Giving it you whores can't stand, giving it till your heart quits
It's open, hoping for another
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 light you up on fire, put my lighter
Fuck the Devil, I'm the one that he admires
Inquiring minds to know
How the fuck we can be so fucking and quick to stick pussy
The cheif got the remedy
To more enemies than 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, fool you no man to me
Pulling petty crimes, thinking that gonna flatter me
Bitch I could a fuck about what you're doing
I could give a fuck about what, who you flew
Make you sick like the flu, I how to spook you
All it takes is a bullet, you'll be shaking in shoes
What of death do you choose? Homicide or suicide?
one, call me Gato 'cause the cat got your toungue
Ese young, 21, people saying that I'm
But the more shit that you talk, the more fun has
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 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 of them, God must not have 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 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 bald-headed fool to bust
The man of steel who turns his rivals into dust
I must admit to all the shit that I
All the fucking bodies and the craniums I splitted
I spitted rhymes, I flipped so many sounds
Take these into depressions like the year of 95
got me tripping
That's why I'm a clip
Motherfuckers trying to
They end up looking just like