LYRICS Precise - Declaration of War

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

For The Land Of Narcotic Raids

And Top Dollar Extortion

The 3 Strike Capital Method

I Expands Deporting

Hit The Street Buzz Like Hornets

Stray Blades Through Your Organs

State Raised

Similar To Orphans

Chasing Ghetto Fortune

Picture Perfect

Precise

Morbid When I Murk Shit

Burn This Place Like Torches

Rip Shit Like Abortions

Hollows Flames From The Clip

Make Your Body Spin Around In Circles

Fuck Commercial Soldier

Lighten Up The Underground

Unidentified

Dump You With The Lost & Found

Dedicated To The Little Faggot

No Seven Ass 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 Occurred

What You Got?

Come On Out To Play

But We Spray Till Every Clip is Running Out

Something Bout

Beating Off In These Hoes

Make Me Wanna Pounce On Foes

Hollows Through Your Torso

Make You Twist & Shout

Pontiac

Bouncing Off The Ice In My Glass

Dope & Pontiac

Doing Donuts While We Blaze & Laugh

Copy-Cats Mimic The Style

While I'm On The Mash

Couple Of Acid 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

Slam 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

Fill My Subconscious

Outthand's Beats Twist My Thoughts

Send Em Mosh Pits

Serenades Make The Streets Stomp Shit

My Heart Beats Convict

Determinately 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 While I 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 Master 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 Speed 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 Popin' & 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 Jack Take Notes

While You Veterans Move Back

I'm Yelling Fuck The World In The Streets

2 Straps

Catch 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 Big 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 Than A 3 Pea Soup

Burning Cigars Like John Gotti

I Might Even 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

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