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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
wicked shit pounding out your box
A something to bump 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 what I do, true to the blue
13, what about you fool?
Run and hide and get out map
Leva motherfuckers from the other side to the
I never forgive and I never forget
It over motherfuckers, no not just yet
Move out of scene, I you would leave
I got another trick up my sleeve
Smoke you a roach, can I make it last?
a quick half ounce, another thing from the past
You're the kind of talking shit bitch
I'm the kind of making the hit list
When I see you in the street you better run and
if I pull out my gat, I shoot to kill motherfucker

[Lil'
It's the Rob
Known like the mob 'cause I be dropping hits
Giving it till you whores can't stand, giving it till your heart
open, hoping for another chance
Fuck fat hyna, it's ain't over till the hyna dance
Glance at a man with no worries, full of
Riddle at me, loose, you fools from a noose
Then light you up on fire, put my lighter
Fuck the Devil, I'm the one that he admires
Inquiring minds want to
How the fuck we can be so sick and quick to stick pussy
The enemies 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 me, fool you ain't no man to me
Pulling crimes, thinking that you're gonna flatter me
Bitch I could give a fuck what you're doing
I could give a about 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 of death do you choose? Homicide or suicide?
Circle one, call me 'cause the cat got your toungue
Ese young, 21, people saying that I'm
But the more that you talk, the more fun has begun
Leave your ass rung, let alone ass hung
Chop you up my machete with my hockey mask on
Better yet I'll my face up like Dead Presidents
In your neighborhood, nothing but dead
When I get with them, set them up and have a brew with them
While the juras what to do with them
'cause there's so of them, God must not have loved them
'cause he let me do I did, close their eye lids

[Mr.
Now who be batty, coming trying to diss my
that evil-minded demon, shoving fools under the hills
Motherfuckers try to run but can never 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 into fucking dust
I admit to all the shit that I commited
All the fucking bodies and the that I splitted
I spitted many rhymes, I flipped so sounds
Take these into depressions like the year of 95
Homicide got me
That's why I'm a clip
Motherfuckers to trip
They end up just like shit