(feat. Mr. Shadow, Triple C)

[Triple C]

Big Bow, 13 mother$#&@er
Big Bow, 13


[Triple C]
Another jam from the mind of the double D
I put it down for the homies and the Central Coast Family

Some wicked %#@! pounding out your box
A little something to bump when you're cooking them rocks
We all got our own ways of making the green

You do whatever it takes to get up onto the scene
I do what I do, staying true to the blue
Southside 13, what about you fool?

Run and hide and get out your map
Leva mother$#&@ers from the other side to the tracks
I never forgive and punk I never forget

It ain't over mother$#&@ers, no not just yet
Move out of scene, I knew you would leave
I got another mother$#&@ing trick up my sleeve

Smoke you like a roach, can I make it last?
Like a quick half ounce, another thing from the past
You're the kind of mother$#&@er talking %#@! (*##$

I'm the kind of mother$#&@er making the hit list
When I see you in the street you better run and cover
Cuz if I pull out my gat, I shoot to kill mother$#&@er


[Lil' Rob]
It's the Lil' Rob

Known like the mob cuz I be dropping them hits
Giving it till you !@^%s can't stand, giving it till your heart quits
It's open, hoping for another chance

$#&@ that fat hyna, it's ain't over till the hyna dance
Glance at a man with no worries, full of teary
Riddle at me, loose, hang you fools from a noose

Then light you up on fire, put away my lighter
$#&@ the $#&@ing Devil, I'm the one that he admires
Inquiring minds want to know

How the $#&@ we can be so $#&@ing sick and quick to stick #~!!@
The cheif enemies got the remedy
To make more enemies than anybody in the pen with a felony

Now you're mad at me
I'm just glad we had the chance to be friendly before I killed you $#&@ing family
Say you're understanding me, fool you ain't no man to me

Pulling petty crimes, thinking that you're gonna flatter me
(*##$ I could give a $#&@ about what you're doing
I could give a $#&@ about what, who that you flew

Make you sick like the flu, I know how to spook you
All it takes is a bullet, you'll be shaking in your shoes
What kind of death do you choose? Homicide or suicide?

Circle one, call me Gato cuz the cat got your toungue
Ese young, 21, people saying that I'm done
But the more %#@! that you talk, the more fun has begun

Leave your $$# rung, let alone your $$# hung
Chop you up with my machete with my hockey mask on
Better yet I'll paint my face up like Dead Presidents

In your neighborhood, nothing but dead residents
When I get through with them, set them up and have a brew with them
While the juras wondering what to do with them

Cuz there's so many of them, God must not have loved them
Cuz he let me do what I did, close their eye lids


[Mr. Shadow]
Now who be batty, coming trying to diss my skills
It's that evil-minded demon, shoving fools under the hills

Mother$#&@ers try to run but they can never hide, I find em
Putting the bullets in, hollow tips and I blind em
Shadow be that one bald-headed fool ready to bust

The man of steel who turns his rivals into $#&@ing dust
I must admit to all the %#@! that I commited
All the $#&@ing bodies and the craniums that I splitted

I spitted many rhymes, I flipped so many sounds
Take these fools into depressions like the year of 95
Homicide got me tripping

That's why I'm loading a clip
Mother$#&@ers trying to trip
They end up looking just like %#@!