Dominator (Central Coast Clique) - I'll k** You lyrics

[Dominator] Big I-1-3, motherf**er 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** 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**ers live the other side to the tracks I never forgive a punk, I never forget It ain't over, motherf**ers, no, not just yet Move out the scene I knew you would leave I got another motherf**in' 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**er talkin' sh** (b**h) I'm the kind of motherf**er 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**, motherf**er [Lil' Rob] It's the Lil' Rob Known like the mob, cause I be droppin' them hits Givin' it til you who*es can't stand Givin' it til your heart quits Splits open Hopin' For another chance f** 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** the f**in' devil, I'm the one that he admires Inquirin' minds want to know How the f** We can be so f**in' sick and quick to stick p**y 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**ed you f**in' 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**h, I can give a f** about What you're doin' I could give a f** 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 d**h 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** that you talk, the more Fun has begun Leave your a** rung, let alone your a** 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**s It's that evil minded demon, shovin' fools under the hills Motherf**ers 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**in' dust I must admit to all the sh** that I commited All the f**in' 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**ers tryin' to trip, they end up lookin' just like sh**