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(Verse 1)
Quihubo aqu?estoy and I'm soy Kid Frost Yo soy jefe mat? yes the Big Boss A pocos lowly Is for da balas I'm puttin' in your face and U won't say 'Nada' Vatos cholos you call as what you will You say we are assessins si U wanna kill Is it my brother be a nastyboy and go Si en da street hold all betters Chicanos and a brand I proud Guantes chingazos simon se desquitan Rigth now in the dirt What's da matter? Are you afraid, you gonna get hurt? I'm with my homeboys, --- my camaradas Keepin' back my millaje, y pa mi no vale nada Yo soy ching? ese Like Al Caponne ese Controlo a todos solo never try to swept me Some of you don't know what's happenin' que pasa Now for you, give me, wait... Cuz this is for La Raza... (Chorus) This for La Raza, Raza... (x 2) (Verse 2) The form to I'm speakin' is not descaro Y sabes que loco? Yo soy muy malo Tu no sabes nada y yo vienes haloh Beginin' in the head to many times with the palos Still you are trying to act cool, with that shit no It's so cool, I'm the cool, you are culo Is just the big we can takin' and ever ... you're the lava Your own barrio isn't backin' wa Be just lookin' your ass And call to your prover And so I'm lookin' aleft es lo que pasa... he he... yeah... this is for La Raza... Raza, raza... (Verse 3) Crusin' en la calle, I hate for the bolo No want to go with me, so I have to go solo And when I go out alone... attack I touch all that cheladas when I don't wanna absttrack Everytime that I pack my piss, I pull all that quick All the nazis desease Just like a song when the 18 bullet Got my finger on a triker, I'm not afraid to pull it If this bara had a not say 'mafiosos' When you pull it away, no seas stupid, eres baboso Si en then don't you know what's happenin' que pasa... yeah... This is for La Raza... Raza... (x 2) |
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Intro:
[Frost]: This is a dramatization. The names have been changed to protect the innocent ones not involved in the stories I'm about to tell. So listen up and listen up well. Here are the true accounts and incidents and still to me it makes no sense. Ignorance is a major role but here's a fact I feel you can ignore no more. Verse One: Frost Homicide on the murder scene Another frustrated gang related senseless slaying Victim: a young product of the project system The sad fact is nobody's gonna miss him True, a few may stand in disbelief, but The majority will sigh a relief Because of the fact he was a menace to society And gang violence was his first priority So, now you take a look to see what this abouta Someone quicka with the trigga, straight cold shot him Dead, in a puddle of blood he lay, Another typical day in the streets of L. A. Homicide on the murder scene, on the murder scene, on the murder scene Ho-Homicide on the murder scene Homicide on the murder scene, on the murder scene, on the murder scene Ho-Homicide on the murder scene Ho-Homicide on the murder scene Homicide on the murder scene, on the murder scene, on the murder scene Verse Two: Frost Ho-Homicide, and just for trying to act brave Tryin' to be a hero sent you to a early grave The violent death, it took place at around six And eyewitnesses say that it went like this, There was this lady who was chillin' in a alley Positive I.D. included that her name was Sally Sally had just got off the bus from a job, When she met three young thugs who decided to rob A man heard the screams comin' from her mouth Ran down the deserted alley just to check it out And when he came across the scene, He knew what was happenin', but by then it was too late The thugs started blastin' Now, asked in this situation, exactly what would you do? If you heard someone screaming, would you go to the rescue? My man, he tried, that's hwo he died He was shot right between the eyes Tryin' to do a good deed, shoot, that could've been me I'm glad I'm not the one who must explain this to his family Homicide on the murder scene Ho-Homicide on the murder scene Ho-Homicide on the murder scene, on the murder scene, on the murder scene Ho-Homicide on the murder scene Ho-Ho-Homicide on the murder scene Ho-Homicide on the murder scene Ho-Homicide on the murder scene Break it down! Verse Three: Frost Homicide, it's also know as manslaughter It can be a father, mother, son, or daughter It can happen at anyplace, at anytime It can happen as I'm runnin' down this rhyme First degree murder, blood flows red One day you're alive, the next day, you're dead Nobody seen nothin', the suspect fled Shot on the spot with a bullet to the head As soon as it happened, everybody broke Nobody seen nothin', and of course nobody spoke Bein' questioned, it doesn't pay to rat-a-tat-tat For if you rat, you might too get the gat, And get added to the list of those who fatally died In the statistics, that's known as homicide Homicide on the murder scene Ho-Homicide on the murder scene Ho-Homicide on the murder scene Ho-Homicide on the murder scene Ho-Homicide on the murder scene Ho-Homicide on the murder scene Ho-Homicide on the murder scene, on the murder scene, on the murder scene Ho-Homicide on the murder scene Ho-Ho-Homicide on the murder scene Ho-Homicide on the murder scene, on the murder scene, on the murder scene Ho-Homicide on the murder scene Ho-Homicide on the murder scene Ho-Homicide on the murder scene, on the murder scene, on the murder scene Ho-Homicide Homicide on the murder scene, on the murder scene, on the murder scene |
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(Verse 1)
Quihubo aqu?estoy and I'm soy Kid Frost Yo soy jefe mat? yes the Big Boss A pocos lowly Is for da balas I'm puttin' in your face and U won't say 'Nada' Vatos cholos you call as what you will You say we are assessins si U wanna kill Is it my brother be a nastyboy and go Si en da street hold all betters Chicanos and a brand I proud Guantes chingazos simon se desquitan Rigth now in the dirt What's da matter? Are you afraid, you gonna get hurt? I'm with my homeboys, --- my camaradas Keepin' back my millaje, y pa mi no vale nada Yo soy ching? ese Like Al Caponne ese Controlo a todos solo never try to swept me Some of you don't know what's happenin' que pasa Now for you, give me, wait... Cuz this is for La Raza... (Chorus) This for La Raza, Raza... (x 2) (Verse 2) The form to I'm speakin' is not descaro Y sabes que loco? Yo soy muy malo Tu no sabes nada y yo vienes haloh Beginin' in the head to many times with the palos Still you are trying to act cool, with that shit no It's so cool, I'm the cool, you are culo Is just the big we can takin' and ever ... you're the lava Your own barrio isn't backin' wa Be just lookin' your ass And call to your prover And so I'm lookin' aleft es lo que pasa... he he... yeah... this is for La Raza... Raza, raza... (Verse 3) Crusin' en la calle, I hate for the bolo No want to go with me, so I have to go solo And when I go out alone... attack I touch all that cheladas when I don't wanna absttrack Everytime that I pack my piss, I pull all that quick All the nazis desease Just like a song when the 18 bullet Got my finger on a triker, I'm not afraid to pull it If this bara had a not say 'mafiosos' When you pull it away, no seas stupid, eres baboso Si en then don't you know what's happenin' que pasa... yeah... This is for La Raza... Raza... (x 2) |
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