I'll Kill You Lyrics - Lil' Rob

[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