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
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...
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
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...
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
