|
Lil Rob - I'll Kill You lyrics
[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 Cuz if I pull out my gat, I shoot to kill motherfucker [Lil' Rob] It's the Lil' Rob Known like the mob cuz 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 cuz 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 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 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 |
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 Fornika by Die Fantastischen Vier |
 For the Love of My Man by Celi Bee |
 Reality Check by Juvenile |
 Fundamental by Pet Shop Boys |
 Lost Highway by Bon Jovi |
