[Triple C]   Big Bow, 13 motherfucker   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 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   'cause if I pull out my gat, I shoot to kill motherfucker      [Lil' Rob]   It's the Lil' Rob   Known like the mob 'cause I be dropping them hits   Giving it till you whores can't stand, giving it till your heart quits   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 'cause the cat got your toungue   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   'cause there's so many of them, God must not have loved them   'cause 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   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