| Q-Vo, aqui estoy, MC Kid Frost
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| Yo soy jefe, maton, yes the Big Boss
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| My cuete’s loaded, it’s full of balas
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| I put it in your face and you won’t say nada
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| Vatos, cholos, you call us what you will
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| You say we are assassins an we are sent to kill
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| It’s in my blood to be an Aztec Warrior
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| Go to any extreme and hold no barriers
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| Chicano and I’m Brown and I’m proud
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| Guantes, chingazos, simon tu sabes, get down
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| Right now, in the dirt
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| What’s the matter? |
| You afraid you’re gonna get hurt?
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| I’m with my homeboys, my camaradas
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| Kicking back millaje, y pa mi no vale nada
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| Yo soy chingon ese, like Al Capone ese
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| Controlo a todos solo never try to swept me Some of you don’t know what’s happening que pasa
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| It’s not for you anyway, cuz this is for the Raza
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| This for La Raza, Raza
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| This for La Raza, Raza
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| The form I’m speaking is known as Calo
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| Y sabes que loco? |
| Yo soy muy malo
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| Tu no sabes nada y yo vienes halo
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| Been hit in the head too many times with the palos
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| Still you trying to act cool, but you should know
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| You’re so cool that I’ma call you a culo
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| You’re just a pee wee, you can’t get it ever
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| You’re a leva
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| Your own barrio doesn’t back you up They just look at your ass and call you a poolbutt
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| And so I look and I laugh and say que pasa
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| Yeah, this is for the Raza
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| Cruising in the calle, headed for the bolo
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| No want to go with me, so I had to go solo
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| And when I go out alone I’m packed
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| I touch all that chavalas when they know that I’m strapped
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| Everytime that I pack my piece
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| I pull it out quick all the nonsense desease
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| Just like the song when you’re 18 With A Bullet
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| Got my finger on a trigger, I’m not afraid to pull it If it gets out of hand I know some mafiosos
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| Quick to pull out cuetes on some stupid ass baboso
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| Sitting there wondering what’s happened, que pasa
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| Yeah, this is for the Raza |