Lil Rob I'll Kill You Lyrics

[Triple C]
Big Bow, 13 m_________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 s___ pounding out your box
A little something to b__p 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 m_________ers from the other side to the tracks
I never forgive and punk I never forget
It ain't over m_________ers, no not just yet
Move out of scene, I knew you would leave
I got another m_________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 m_________er talking s___ b____
I'm the kind of m_________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 m_________er

[Lil' Rob]
It's the Lil' Rob
Known like the mob cuz I be dropping them hits
Giving it till you w____s can't stand, giving it till your heart quits
It's open, hoping for another chance
f___ 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
f___ the f___ing Devil, I'm the one that he admires
Inquiring minds want to know
How the f___ we can be so f___ing sick and quick to stick p____
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 f___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
b____ I could give a f___ about what you're doing
I could give a f___ 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 s___ that you talk, the more fun has begun
Leave your a__ rung, let alone your a__ 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
m_________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 f___ing dust
I must admit to all the s___ that I commited
All the f___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
m_________ers trying to trip
They end up looking just like s___