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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 Family
Some wicked shit out your box
A little something to bump when you're them rocks
We all got our own of making the green
You do whatever it takes to get up the scene
I do what I do, staying to the blue
Southside 13, about you fool?
Run and and get out your map
Leva motherfuckers from the other to the tracks
I forgive and punk I never forget
It over motherfuckers, no not just yet
Move out of scene, I 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 thing from the
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 better run and
'cause if I pull out my gat, I shoot to motherfucker

[Lil'
the Lil' Rob
Known like the mob 'cause I be dropping them
it till you whores can't stand, giving it till your heart quits
It's open, for another chance
that 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
light you up on fire, put away my lighter
Fuck the fucking Devil, I'm the one he admires
minds want to know
How the fuck we can be so fucking sick and quick to 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 fucking
Say you're me, fool you ain't no man to me
petty crimes, thinking that you're gonna flatter me
Bitch I could give a fuck about you're doing
I could give a fuck about what, who you flew
Make you sick 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? Homicide or
Circle one, call me Gato the cat got your toungue
Ese young, 21, people that I'm done
But the more that you talk, the more fun has begun
Leave ass rung, let alone your ass hung
Chop you up my machete with my hockey mask on
Better yet I'll paint my face up Dead Presidents
In your neighborhood, but dead residents
When I get through with them, set them up and have a brew with
While the juras what to do with them
'cause there's so many of them, God must not have them
'cause he let me do what I did, close eye lids

[Mr.
Now who be batty, trying to diss my skills
It's that evil-minded demon, 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 one bald-headed fool ready to bust
The man of steel who turns his rivals into dust
I admit to all the shit that I commited
All the fucking and the craniums that I splitted
I spitted rhymes, I flipped so many 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 like