Central Coast Clique, Mr. Shadow - I'll Kill You lyrics

Big Bow, 13 motherfucker big Bow, 13

Another jam from the mind of the double D
I put it down for the homies
And the Central Coast Family
Some wicked shit 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 motherfuckers from the other
Side to the tracks
I never forgive and punk I never forget
It ain't over motherfuckers, no not just yet
Move out of scene, I knew you would leave
I got another motherfucking 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 motherfucker
Talking shit bitch
I'm the kind of motherfucker
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 motherfucker

It's the Lil' Rob known like the mob cuz I
Be dropping them hit's
Giving it till you whores can't stand
Giving it till your heart quit's
It's open, hoping for another chance
Fuck 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 fuck the fucking Devil
I'm the one that he admires
Inquiring minds want to know
How the fuck we can be so fucking
Sick and quick to stick pussy
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 fucking family
Say you're understanding me
Fool you ain't no man to me
Pulling petty crimes
Thinking that you're gonna flatter me
Bitch I could give a fuck
About what you're doing
I could give a fuck 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 tounge
Ese young, 21, people saying that I'm done
But the more shit that you talk
The more fun has begun
Leave your ass rung, let alone your ass 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

Now who be batty
Coming trying to diss my skills
It's that evil-minded demon
Shoving fools under the hills
Motherfuckers 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 fucking dust
I must admit to all the shit that I commited
All the fucking 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
Motherfuckers trying to trip
They end up looking just like shit