Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'll Kill You (Feat. lil Rob, Mr. Shadow), artist - DominatorDate of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
I'll Kill You (Feat. lil Rob, Mr. Shadow) |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |