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lil rob - i'll kill you lyrics

[dominator]
big i-1-3, motherf-cker
big i-1-3

(main verse)
[dominator]
another jam from the mind of the double d
i put it down for the homies in the central coast family
some wicked sh-t poundin’ out your box
a little somethin’ to bump
when you’re cookin’ them rocks
we all got our own ways of makin’ the green
you do whatever it takes, to get up onto the scene
i do what i do, stayin’ true to the blue
southside 1-3, what about you, fool
run and hide, and get out your map
leva motherf-ckers live the other side to the tracks
i never forgive a punk, i never forget
it ain’t over, motherf-ckers, no, not just yet
move out the scene
i knew you would leave
i got another motherf-ckin’ 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 motherf-cker talkin’ sh-t (b-tch)
i’m the kind of motherf-cker makin’ 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 k!ll, motherf-cker

[lil’ rob]
it’s the lil’ rob
known like the mob, cause i be droppin’ them hits
givin’ it til you wh0r-s can’t stand
givin’ it til your heart quits
splits open
hopin’
for another chance
f-ck that fat heina, it’s ain’t over til these devils dance
glance, at a man with no worries, full of fury
riddle let
loose, hang you fools from a noose, then
light you up on fire
put away my lighter
f-ck the f-ckin’ devil, i’m the one that he admires
inquirin’ minds want to know
how the f-ck
we can be so f-ckin’ sick and quick to stick
p-ssy
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 that we
had the chance
to be friendly, before i k!lled you f-ckin’ family
say you’re understandin’ me
fool, you ain’t no man to me
pullin’ petty crimes, thinkin’ that you’re gonna flatter me
b-tch, i can give a f-ck about
what you’re doin’
i could give a f-ck about, what
crew that you flew
make you sick like the flu, i know how to spook you
all it takes, is a bullet, leave ya shakin’ 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, twenty-one, people sayin’ that i’m done
but the more sh-t that you talk, the more
fun has begun
leave your -ss rung, let alone your -ss hung
chop you up with my machete with my hockey mask on
or better yet, i’ll paint my face up
like dead presidents
in your neighborhood, ain’t nothin’ but dead residents
when i get through with them
set them up and have a brew with them
while the juras wonderin’ 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, closed their eye lids

[mr. shadow]
now who be man enough to come and try to test my sk!lls
it’s that evil minded demon, shovin’ fools under the hills
motherf-ckers try to run, but they can never hide, i find ’em
put in the puzzle together with venomous tips, i’m gonna blind ’em
shadow be that one bald-headed fool, ready to bust
the man i swish up til my rival’s into f-ckin’ dust
i must admit to all the sh-t that i commited
all the f-ckin’ bodies and the craniums that i splitted
i spitted many rhymes
i took so many lives
all my foes are now depressed, it’s like the year of ’95
homicide got me trippin’
that’s why i’m loadin’ a clip
motherf-ckers tryin’ to trip, they end up lookin’ just like sh-t

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