Lyrics For Precise's "Decleration of War" Song From Centro Side's "The Uprise" Album.
The Creeper (Intro):
Haha
Declaration Of War
Cutthroat Society
Centro Side Records
Introducing My Homeboy Precise
Hey Precise
Hurt These Motherfuckers..
Verse 1:
Man this is 3 Minutes Of Murda
These Verses Are Doses Of Curses
Beneath The Surface
Of The Streets Of California
From The Land Of Narcotic Raids
And Top Dollar Extortion
The 3 Strike Capital, Meth, &
ICE Vans Deportin
Hit The Streets Buzzed Like Hornets
Strays Blaze Through Your Organs
State Raised
Similar To Orphans
Chasing Ghetto Fortune
Picture Perfect
Precise
Morbid When I Murk Shit
Burn Spliffs Like Torches
Rip Shit Like Abortions
Hollows Flame From The Clip
Make Your Body Spin Around In Circles
Fuck Commercial Soldier
Lighten Up The Underground
Unidentified
Dump You In The Lost & Found
Dedicated To The Little Faggot
In 07 That Snitched Me Out
I Peep Em Out
Bring em Out
Gun Em Down
Yellow Tape You In The Street
Gun To Your Back
Turn Around
Muster Up
Every Ounce Of Courage
You Got
Come On Out To Play
But We Spray Till Every Clip is Running Out
Something Bout
Gettin Off In These Hoes
Make Me Wanna Pounce On Foes
Hollows Through Your Torso
Make You Twist & Shout
Pontiac
Bounce It Off The Ice In My Glass
Stolen Pontiac
Doin Donuts While We Blaze & Laugh
Copy-Cats..... Mimic The Style
While I'm On The Mash
Couple Of Bags Of Drugs Left
Till It's Time To Go & Re-Up The Stash
I'm Talking Finance
Currency Stacked So High
That I Can Damn Near Retire
From Rap Money, Dope & Bomb Sacks
Hang Em High
I'm On A Mean Bitch
New Era / Flip Back
With The KC Stitch
Slammed Low While I Rob Shit
When It's Time To Drop A Track
I Hit The Booth
And Mob Shit On Bomb Shit
Close My Eyes
Spill My Subconscious
Outthand's Beats Twist My Thoughts
Into Mosh Pits
Serenades Make The Streets Stomp Shit
My Heart Beats Conflict
Terminally Engulfed In A Permanent State Of Greed
Prolific Mind Of A Profit
Half Of These Rappers Just Babblin'
Bitch I Was Putting In Work
When You Were Huffing Paint Tagging
Bastards Watch Me WalI Walk Like A Mantis
Puking Up Hard Liquor
Cussin' In Spanish
I'm Ready To Die Like The North Hollywood Robbery
Fuck Sluts Who Suck Harder Than California's Economy
Man This Is Rap Game Sodomy
I Can't Sleep
These Lyrics Keep Calling Me
A Hundred Bars Walk With Me
On Some Borderline Philosophy
Nostradamus Fire From The Sky
Scriptures Similar To Socrates
And While My People Live In Poverty
They Quick Fix With A One Year Stimulus
And Turn Our Struggles To A Mockery
But Honestly I Ain't Here To Speak About Hypocrisy
I'm Busy Taking Players Out The Game Like Monopoly
Hustle Hard Or Go Home
These Big Faces Talk To Me
Walk Amongst The Stars Like I Mastered In Astronomy
Fuck That Peel 'Em Back Like The Zodiac Murderer
These Studio Gangstas I Hurt 'Em
Then I Hurtle 'Em
Fuck With The Best
Fuck The Rest
I'ma Murder 'Em
Smoking This Weed Like A High Times Tournament
Look Around
It's A Worldwide South Side
Sound-Scan In France
Got Us Banging Out The Alpines
I Could Rock A Show in Japan & Fucken Stage Dive
I Could Tell You What These Canadian Bitches Taste Like
And It's A Wrap
The Flow Hotter Than Stolen Cadillacs In Chop-Shops
With The Tops Popped' & The Systems Jacked
Here's A Fact,
You Against Me Man That's A Mismatch
You Ain't Seen My Best Yet
This Track Just A Bitch Slap
So Kick Back
Witness The Birth Of This New Crack
New Jacks Take Notes
While You Veterans Move Back
I'm Yelling Fuck The World Hit The Streets
2 Straps
Catch Me On A Dark Street In All Black & Get Jacked
And Ever Since I Made My Way Out The Womb
I Been Cursed With This Urge To Hustle & Make Moves
My Momma Told Me Never Fuck With Bitch Fools
So I Bounced Their Heads Off The Concrete Like 22s
It's Real Simple
Homie Pay Attention
We're A Breed Of Sur Siders
That Could Walk Any Prison
I Feel Far From Heaven In These Trenches
Double Strapped Tied With 2 .357s
Perfection When He Speaks His Mind
I Spent Half Of My Life
Dressed In Orange Jump-Suits
Trying To Cheat Time
I Was A Lucky One
The Unfortunate Souls That Caught Holes in Their Heads
Can't Press Rewind
I'll Make Chicano Rap Shine
Homie Trust That
I'll Carry The Weight Of My People On My Fucking Back
Ask About Precise
I'm Like Staring Down The Barrel Of A Gun
Homie I Could Show You Your Whole Life
Whose Gonna Stop Me?
Whose Smart Enough To Discover Where The Centro Dumps The Dead Bodies?
And When You Spot Me
I Probably Be Fitted In A 3 Piece Suit
Burning Cigars Like John Gotti
I'm Outta Your Range
When You See Me Don't Try To watch Me
I Got These Rappers Shaken Like Snitches In Gangster Parties
Down Your Bitches Throat Like My Name Was Coke & Bacardi
I Ventilate Smoke Through These Cal State Palm Trees
Outro:
Yeah
Centro Side Records
Precise / Cutthroat Society
I Know It Was More Than 3 Minutes
I Just Wanted To Make Sure You Muthafuckers Were Paying Attention
Shout Out To All The Gente & The Fans Out There
Supporting The Chicano Rap Movement
We Ain't Gonna Stop This Shit
And A Big Shout Out To All The Fans Out There Supporting Centro Side Records
We See You
Stay Tuned
Much Love
The Uprise
(Free DJ Toks)
The Creeper (Intro):
Haha
Declaration Of War
Cutthroat Society
Centro Side Records
Introducing My Homeboy Precise
Hey Precise
Hurt These Motherfuckers..
Verse 1:
Man this is 3 Minutes Of Murda
These Verses Are Doses Of Curses
Beneath The Surface
Of The Streets Of California
From The Land Of Narcotic Raids
And Top Dollar Extortion
The 3 Strike Capital, Meth, &
ICE Vans Deportin
Hit The Streets Buzzed Like Hornets
Strays Blaze Through Your Organs
State Raised
Similar To Orphans
Chasing Ghetto Fortune
Picture Perfect
Precise
Morbid When I Murk Shit
Burn Spliffs Like Torches
Rip Shit Like Abortions
Hollows Flame From The Clip
Make Your Body Spin Around In Circles
Fuck Commercial Soldier
Lighten Up The Underground
Unidentified
Dump You In The Lost & Found
Dedicated To The Little Faggot
In 07 That Snitched Me Out
I Peep Em Out
Bring em Out
Gun Em Down
Yellow Tape You In The Street
Gun To Your Back
Turn Around
Muster Up
Every Ounce Of Courage
You Got
Come On Out To Play
But We Spray Till Every Clip is Running Out
Something Bout
Gettin Off In These Hoes
Make Me Wanna Pounce On Foes
Hollows Through Your Torso
Make You Twist & Shout
Pontiac
Bounce It Off The Ice In My Glass
Stolen Pontiac
Doin Donuts While We Blaze & Laugh
Copy-Cats..... Mimic The Style
While I'm On The Mash
Couple Of Bags Of Drugs Left
Till It's Time To Go & Re-Up The Stash
I'm Talking Finance
Currency Stacked So High
That I Can Damn Near Retire
From Rap Money, Dope & Bomb Sacks
Hang Em High
I'm On A Mean Bitch
New Era / Flip Back
With The KC Stitch
Slammed Low While I Rob Shit
When It's Time To Drop A Track
I Hit The Booth
And Mob Shit On Bomb Shit
Close My Eyes
Spill My Subconscious
Outthand's Beats Twist My Thoughts
Into Mosh Pits
Serenades Make The Streets Stomp Shit
My Heart Beats Conflict
Terminally Engulfed In A Permanent State Of Greed
Prolific Mind Of A Profit
Half Of These Rappers Just Babblin'
Bitch I Was Putting In Work
When You Were Huffing Paint Tagging
Bastards Watch Me WalI Walk Like A Mantis
Puking Up Hard Liquor
Cussin' In Spanish
I'm Ready To Die Like The North Hollywood Robbery
Fuck Sluts Who Suck Harder Than California's Economy
Man This Is Rap Game Sodomy
I Can't Sleep
These Lyrics Keep Calling Me
A Hundred Bars Walk With Me
On Some Borderline Philosophy
Nostradamus Fire From The Sky
Scriptures Similar To Socrates
And While My People Live In Poverty
They Quick Fix With A One Year Stimulus
And Turn Our Struggles To A Mockery
But Honestly I Ain't Here To Speak About Hypocrisy
I'm Busy Taking Players Out The Game Like Monopoly
Hustle Hard Or Go Home
These Big Faces Talk To Me
Walk Amongst The Stars Like I Mastered In Astronomy
Fuck That Peel 'Em Back Like The Zodiac Murderer
These Studio Gangstas I Hurt 'Em
Then I Hurtle 'Em
Fuck With The Best
Fuck The Rest
I'ma Murder 'Em
Smoking This Weed Like A High Times Tournament
Look Around
It's A Worldwide South Side
Sound-Scan In France
Got Us Banging Out The Alpines
I Could Rock A Show in Japan & Fucken Stage Dive
I Could Tell You What These Canadian Bitches Taste Like
And It's A Wrap
The Flow Hotter Than Stolen Cadillacs In Chop-Shops
With The Tops Popped' & The Systems Jacked
Here's A Fact,
You Against Me Man That's A Mismatch
You Ain't Seen My Best Yet
This Track Just A Bitch Slap
So Kick Back
Witness The Birth Of This New Crack
New Jacks Take Notes
While You Veterans Move Back
I'm Yelling Fuck The World Hit The Streets
2 Straps
Catch Me On A Dark Street In All Black & Get Jacked
And Ever Since I Made My Way Out The Womb
I Been Cursed With This Urge To Hustle & Make Moves
My Momma Told Me Never Fuck With Bitch Fools
So I Bounced Their Heads Off The Concrete Like 22s
It's Real Simple
Homie Pay Attention
We're A Breed Of Sur Siders
That Could Walk Any Prison
I Feel Far From Heaven In These Trenches
Double Strapped Tied With 2 .357s
Perfection When He Speaks His Mind
I Spent Half Of My Life
Dressed In Orange Jump-Suits
Trying To Cheat Time
I Was A Lucky One
The Unfortunate Souls That Caught Holes in Their Heads
Can't Press Rewind
I'll Make Chicano Rap Shine
Homie Trust That
I'll Carry The Weight Of My People On My Fucking Back
Ask About Precise
I'm Like Staring Down The Barrel Of A Gun
Homie I Could Show You Your Whole Life
Whose Gonna Stop Me?
Whose Smart Enough To Discover Where The Centro Dumps The Dead Bodies?
And When You Spot Me
I Probably Be Fitted In A 3 Piece Suit
Burning Cigars Like John Gotti
I'm Outta Your Range
When You See Me Don't Try To watch Me
I Got These Rappers Shaken Like Snitches In Gangster Parties
Down Your Bitches Throat Like My Name Was Coke & Bacardi
I Ventilate Smoke Through These Cal State Palm Trees
Outro:
Yeah
Centro Side Records
Precise / Cutthroat Society
I Know It Was More Than 3 Minutes
I Just Wanted To Make Sure You Muthafuckers Were Paying Attention
Shout Out To All The Gente & The Fans Out There
Supporting The Chicano Rap Movement
We Ain't Gonna Stop This Shit
And A Big Shout Out To All The Fans Out There Supporting Centro Side Records
We See You
Stay Tuned
Much Love
The Uprise
(Free DJ Toks)
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