[Dominator]

Big Bad 1-3, motherfucker

Big Bad 1-3!

[Dominator]

Another jam from the mind of the double D

I put it down for the homies in the Central Coast Family

Some wicked shit 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 motherfuckers live in the other side of the tracks

I never forgive a punk, I never forget

It ain't over, motherfuckers, no, not just yet

Move out the scene

I knew you would leave

I got another motherfuckin' 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 talkin' shit (Bitch)

I'm the kind of motherfucker 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 kill, motherfucker

[Lil' Rob]

It's the Lil' Rob

Known like the mob, cause I be droppin' them hits

Givin' it til you whores can't stand

Givin' it til your heart quits

Splits open

Hopin' for another chance

Fuck that fat heina, it's ain't over til these devils dance

Glance, at a man with no worries, full of fury

Ready to let loose, hang you fools from a noose, then

Light you up on fire put away my lighter

Fuck the fuckin' devil, I'm the one that he admires

Inquirin' minds want to know

How the fuck we could be so fuckin' sick and quick to stick

Pussy, the chief 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 killed your fuckin' family

Say you're understandin' me

Fool, you ain't no man to me

Pullin' petty crimes, thinkin' that you're gonna flatter me

Bitch, I can give a fuck about what you're doin'

I could give a fuck 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

Esé young, twenty-one, people sayin' 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

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 skills

It's that evil minded demon, shovin' fools under the hills

Motherfuckers 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 fuckin' dust

I must admit to all the shit that I commited

All the fuckin' bodies and the craniums that I splitted

I spitted many rhymes

I took so many lives

All my foes are in depress, it's like the year of '95

Homicide got me trippin'

That's why I'm loadin' a clip

Motherfuckers tryin' to trip, they end up lookin' just like shit