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from Kid Frost - Hispanic Causing Panic (2003)
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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from Kid Frost - Hispanic Causing Panic (2003)
(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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from Kid Frost - Hispanic Causing Panic (2003)
(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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from Electric Boogies - The Early Days of Rap & Hip Hop (2001)
can go way back in my mind
This music thing was a joke I didn't do my time They couldn't finally bring me up Now I do it real tough And I'm rough Come on I'm the terminator for all Hurry up y'all its time to go on I love to hate em This is my story yo I'm a terminator determined to end your life I'm a terminator Can I ever have good luck? Seems in life, nothing Yeah everything is so fucked up I gotta keep going on I will survive, I'm strong Long time coming Somebody catch my train It's too late, Its driving me insane Everybody is going somewhere else This is my story yo, Peace {repeat} I'm a terminator determined to end your life {repeat} I'm a terminator {repeat} I'm a terminator determined to end your life {10x whisper} I'm a terminator determined to end your life {repeat} I'm a terminator I'm a terminator determined to end your life Taken back life |
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from Kid Frost - East Side Story (1992)
(feat. ALT, MC Eiht)
[police radio] [police] There they go over there! Aw man, shit! I gotta get up off my ass and go chase these cholo muthafuckas I hate those fuckin Mexicans [VERSE 1: Kid Frost] I'm always gettin caca from the blaca The b.g. hooter always pull me over Take me out the rafla, sit me on the curb ...and then they look me over They ask about my beeper, I'm not a dope dealer This is the Cherokee 4 wheeler If I was sellin drugs To all of the street thugs Yo, I don't mean to brag But I'd be drivin in a Jag I wouldn't be hittin the Eastside lowridin I'd be in Hollywood or Venice Beach high-profilin And all that shit And I happen to play along with your stupid little skip But I'll just kick it Yo, go ahead and write your ticket But hey yo, Mr. Officer, you know where you can stick it I say this to myself, I let him do his thing Or he might beat me down just like he beat down Rodney King I got pulled over [police] Hey, don't that truck look familiar? Yeah, that Cherokee over there? I think that belongs to that fat fuck ah - ...that La Raza muthafucka Let's go fuck with him Hey buddy, hey! Alright, you fuckin... Get your fuckin fat ass out the car! [VERSE 2: MC Eiht] It's 12 o'clock, late at night, I grab my keys Kid Frost put me up with a skeez So I roll a blunt to go On that late night hype, who gives a fuck about five-o? I'm knowin that they're schemin, but fuck it Cause they cop car's a goddamn bucket Geah, I ain't sweatin shit, check the Eiht So they run a make on my goddamn plates So I hit the next corner real slow Low, here it go The same old routine because of my car, black Mistaken identity for slingin that dope sack And just because Compton's my playground They want a nigga like E to stay way down But I done had enough with harrassin Like I said, one time still gafflin I know they up to no damn good Jackin a nigga, cause I'm seen in the hood But I best switch from a Benz to a Nova To prevent them from pullin me over [police] Pull your ass over and get on the sidewalk, lock hands and feet You know the routine, nigga Yeah, nigga, you rollin down Alondra like you own this muthafucka Where the sack at, muthafucka, where the sack? [Eiht] The sack? Nigga, ain't no sack The only sack is my nutsac You got the MC Eiht mixed up with these other clockers Get off the dick, muthafucka [VERSE 3: ALT] ALT, that's me, I'ma flex again The hooter, they were dyin to shoot another Mexican So I learn: if I don't wanna burn Then I pass up my exit, cause I'm afraid to turn And if I don't, then that pig'll be vicious Cause every hispanic at night is suspicious I'm thinkin to my mind that I can hardly bare it I heard 'Fuck the Police', but they forgot about the sheriffs And if I said it, then I might get beat down And I ain't goin out by a clown in a brown gown They ain't passin, no time for dashin Looked in my mirror, I seen red lights flashin He had his hand on his gun on his hip And when he walked up, yo, that dumb fuck tripped He was pissed, he said that I gave him some lip So he busted me, now I'm in custody He called my mother and he said he'd knock me silly, but Then I felt the crack of his muthafuckin billyclub Another night with a nurse looking over my shoulder Just because I got pulled over [police] Hey, Honcho Get your taco-eatin ass out of the car What's your fuckin name? [ALT] I'm ALT, but what the fuck did I do? [police] Get your fuckin ass over there on the curb What's the bitch's name? [ALT] Hey man, don't call my old lady a bitch [police radio] All units code 461 24 Hollywood Boulevard Suspects in custody |
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from Kid Frost - East Side Story (1992)
Hey vato, that shit was pretty dope, A! But uh, kick another rola for
the homeboys, A! - Kid *tsk* alright look man. I'm gonna kick the first verse, but for the rest of this shit man you're gonna have to wait for hour three loco. Mi Vida Loca! - Frost Listen, Listen - Rich Garcia (verse 1 - Frost) Mi Vida Loca, my crazy life and as I describe how crazy my life is or should I say my life before I opened the doors to the world of show biz I was a troubled kid I never gave a second thought to the things I did quick to get up off on them fools who run up down for any situation that would come up zero tolerance which means I put up with nada I'm rolling on the boulevard with the raza If you were cool, I was cool, cool trip, I gotta act the fool school you quicker than your school teacher no split decision I straight cold beat ya with bare hands I grab you around your throat and choke ya don't mess with my crazy life, mi vida loca my crazy life at the age of twelve I started packing a knife back then, gangbanging was all but fun at the age of fourteen I started packing a gun it was a .32 Berretta and there was no way in hell that I would ever let a dumb punk sissy start talking smack or work with a smirk and peel this cap quicker than your ass could peel an orange give me a reason any reason little boy it's on it's like that I'm not afraid to provoke ya my crazy life, mi vida loca (listen) mi vida loca (listen, listen) (verse 2 - Rich Garcia) Chicano groove, latin thang make you move, make you sing, la vida so let's keep it cool, don't you know ghetto band, chicano soul, la vida listen listen listen listen |
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from Kid Frost - East Side Story (1992)
(intro - Prince Teddy)
What is time? Time is when a man is trying to make time with your woman, but you're doing time behind bars and your time is standing still Yo Frost, kick it to these people for real you know what I'm saying? (verse 1 - Frost) Time, sifts through the hourglass, through night and day and I watch as the games people play It's like do unto others than split and if you can't back up what you say then you ain't shit (yeah) I've seen the manifestations of the street So I can manifest what I've seen on a drum beat like just last night (yo what happened) I watched these two vatos get in a crazy fight one of them was quick to pull a knife he stabbed him in the heart and now he's doing life in prison at the age of 21 (yeah) living on death row cause he couldn't let go caught in the web of violence (damn) roll deep when they creep, and move in silence of the lambs (yo) a tattooed tear dropped as the iron gates slam (chorus - Bill Withers & Frost) Ain't no sunshine - Bill Withers Ain't no sunshine - Frost Ain't no sunshine - Bill Withers Ain't no sunshine - Frost Ain't no sunshine - Bill Withers Anytime, hey - Frost Ain't no sunshine - Bill Withers Ain't no sunshine - Frost Ain't no sunshine - Bill Withers Ain't no sunshine - Frost Ain't no sunshine, Anytime - Bill Withers (verse 2 - Frost) Damn, damn ain't that a shame? you're lost so take the caution don't play the game should've listen to the Frost when I was trying to come across to you but no you didn't think (sucker) you just keep getting yourself more deep until you sink so there's no one else to thank but yourself so go ahead take bow for a job well done but you'll never see the day of the sunshine or the fun times just the old days and your old ways corrupt and wicked out there doing dirt, instead of just kicking it pow pow bang bang and all that noise (yeah) yeah you and all your homeboys take time to read between the lines cause ain't no sunshine (chorus) (verse 3 - Frost) (yo kid) I know about being macho Callin the shots the big time head honcho (yeah) But here's something even more gacho One of my homeboys is your old lady's Sancho Yo shit happens A number lights up on his beeper right as I'm rappin While you sit in a cell writing a letter saying when you get out, your things will be better (right) but man she couldn't wait so she's going out on a date with every Tom, Dick, and Harry and if you ask me, your shit's getting scary so how you gonna handle this When your ho's in Los Angeles, acting so scandalous Yo, you can't blame her you didn't take the time and now, ain't no sunshine (chorus) Ain't no sunshine - Bill Withers Ain't no sunshine - Frost Ain't no sunshine - Bill Withers Ain't no sunshine - Frost Ain't no sunshine - Bill Withers That's for you, '92 you know what I'm saying? - Prince Teddy Anytime, yeah - Frost Ain't no sunshine - Bill Withers Ain't no sunshine - Frost Ain't no sunshine - Bill Withers Ain't no sunshine - Frost Ain't no sunshine, Anytime - Bill Withers Damn - Frost (interlude - Prince Teddy) So if you don't wanna do no time, you better take time to try to draw the line you know what I'm saying? Or you're gonna be the next fool in line doing time, you know what I'm saying? Like my man said... (chorus) Ain't no sunshine - Bill Withers Ain't no sunshine fool - Prince Teddy Ain't no sunshine - Bill Withers Ain't nothing happening up there you know what I'm saying? - Prince Teddy Ain't no sunshine, Anytime - Bill Withers Yo, me and Frost is out of here, Peace - Prince Teddy There just ain't no sunshine - Bill Withers (laughing) |
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from Kid Frost - East Side Story (1992)
(Feat. Boo-Yah T.R.I.B.E.)
[Chorus: Boo-Yah T.R.I.B.E.] It's a thin line Between love and hate It's a thin line Between love and hate [Verse 1: Kid Frost] Three in the morning My pager reads your number And at that point, I realized, just starting to wonder Where I'm at What I'm doin' and all that I could have called, but instead I just sat back Cause I've been calling you since ten And now, it's three I'm not your puppet on a string So I'm letting you know, it's that Hates trip That's it's a thin line Between love and hate [Chorus x2] [Verse 2:] I know it's wrong, you've been doing it big in love So now it's time to let you know what's up Do you remember Early December, you told me, "Don't Come over, because Of the cold and rainy weather" But [Boo-Yah T.R.I.B.E.:] Knock, knock, knock Who is it [Kid Frost:] Yo, it's Frost, girl [Boo-Yah T.R.I.B.E.:] Let me in [Female Singer:] Frost gon' let me Down [Kid Frost:] Well, you know I won't let you down Just remember that [Chorus x2] [saxophone solo] [Chorus] [Verse 3:] It's Five in the morning, and you're still tryin' to get through Swearin' to Frost for hangin' out with the crew But baby If this keeps going on I can't And just like I can't, I'm gone We been through Thick and thin Good and bad Arguments lost soon as I walked through the pad But I need you, trip from the gate Cause it's a thin line Between love and gate [Chorus x2] [Verse 4:] I know it's wrong, you've been doing it big in love And now it's time to let you know what's up Do you remember Early December, you told me, "Don't Come over Cause of the cold and rainy weather" But [Boo-Yah T.R.I.B.E.:] Knock, knock, knock Who is it [Kid Frost] Yo, it's Frost, girl [Boo-Yah T.R.I.B.E.] Let me in [Female Singer:] Frost gon' let me down Don't let me down [Chorus: Til Fade] |
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