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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 Central Family
Some wicked shit pounding out box
A little something to when you're cooking them rocks
We all got our own ways of the green
You do whatever it to get up onto the scene
I do what I do, staying true to the
Southside 13, what about you
Run and hide and get out map
Leva motherfuckers the other side to the tracks
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 motherfucking up my sleeve
Smoke you like a roach, can I it last?
Like a quick half ounce, another from the past
You're the of motherfucker 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 out my gat, I shoot to kill motherfucker

Rob]
It's the Rob
Known the mob 'cause I be dropping them hits
Giving it till you whores can't stand, giving it till your heart
open, hoping 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
the fucking Devil, I'm the one that he admires
Inquiring minds to know
How the fuck we can be so fucking sick and quick to 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 before I killed you fucking
Say you're understanding me, fool you no man to me
Pulling petty crimes, thinking that you're flatter me
Bitch I could give a fuck about you're doing
I could give a fuck about what, who that you
Make you sick the flu, I know how to spook you
All it is a bullet, you'll be shaking in your shoes
What kind of death do you Homicide or suicide?
Circle one, call me 'cause the cat got your toungue
Ese young, 21, people saying I'm done
But the shit that you talk, the more fun has begun
your ass rung, let alone your ass hung
Chop you up with my machete my hockey mask on
Better yet paint my face up like Dead Presidents
In your neighborhood, nothing but dead
I get through 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 what I did, close their eye

[Mr.
Now who be batty, coming to diss my skills
It's that evil-minded demon, shoving fools under the
Motherfuckers try to run but they can 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 into fucking dust
I must admit to all the shit that I
All the fucking and the craniums that I splitted
I spitted many rhymes, I so many sounds
Take these fools depressions like the year of 95
got me tripping
That's why I'm loading a
Motherfuckers trying to
They end up looking just like