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centroside records - sudden death lyrics

[verse 1: precise]
i can see my future through this weed smoke
float through the sky
unload .45 caliber slugs at you
and watch you die
no lie
we walk between heaven & h-ll
either we die or we spend f-cking life in a cell
we burn through holes
we low pro for the 187 code
then we roam through these streets
like lost souls
m-th-f-ckas that cause no problems
they’ll get shot at
precise strap in the back
of a pitch black sts cadillac
i don’t give a f-ck what you claim m-th-f-cka
hollow slugs
they bust through your brain
no concussion
flat line
(these souls decompress)
columbine with hollow point slugs
bullets spin when they fly
knock your spirit out your m-th-f-cking body
south side kamikaze
crashing into palm tress
dancing with my guns up
hit em up – f-ck em up
no love for the other side
we ride on you punks

[hook]
i’m a split ya
i don’t give a f-ck what you claim
beneath my ribcage
beats the heart of the insane
sudden death b-tch
m-th-f-cka ride on your shit
i’m a sur side banger
with a full f-cking clip
i’m a split ya
i don’t give a f-ck what you claim
beneath my ribcage
beats the heart of the insane
sudden death b-tch
m-th-f-cka ride on your shit
i’m a sur side banger
with a full f-cking clip

[verse 2: the creeper]
i’m a split ya
let me paint the picture
blue rag -ss-ssins
heavily weeded with a mixture of the liquor
ain’t n-body sicka
than this sicko out the 8 – o – nickle
make your blood trickle
fill you up with lead like a f-cking pencil
gang bang apocalypto
rag full of crystal & a pistol
how i do my thug dizzle
watch me dribble through the middle
we getting money on the double
watch my m-th-f-cking click
straight bubble
you don’t want no trouble
with the centro side battalion
car full of savages
blowing on the cannabis
homie i’m a star
let me pose for these cameras
city of the scandalous
right next to los angeles
living like gotti
pull up to the club
stunnin’ in the ducati
with a bangin’ mami
with a bangin’ body
sippin’ on the bacardi
hit you like a tsunami
centro side up in this b-tch
bout to blow like a shotty
what up

[verse 3: mr. blue]
rising like a m-th-f-cking mummy out the casket
looking for my cuete
cause i make shit to blast it
situation drastic
you’re f-cking with an aztec
grab your head & axe it
then wrap it up in plastic
sur walking on the luna
calling shots like montezuma
taking trips down to hades
getting high up in mercedes
i’m a entrepreneur
living life phat like buddha
keeping trucha for the jura
moving coca like cuba
you’re worthless & 2 sided
like a m-th-f-cking penny
let me catch you slippin’
split your wig with a machete
watch the bullets penetrate
then see your pupils dilate
now stand still
(and watch your soul disintegrate)
i meditate in places
beyond your comprehension
it’s nothing but perfection
ever since my resurrection
demonic voices – visions of corpses
k!lling at nights
splitting bodies & abortion

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