Western Ways, Pt2 (la Selección) - Big Punisher Lyrics - Here Come The Horns - Delinquent Habits

(Intro) 

Yo what up, yeah yeah, that's so it determine 

Delinquent habits and the Puerto Rican bandit 

"Big Pun" yo check it out yo 

(Big Punisher) 

Yo now thats the last straw 

I ain't wanna shatter your glass jaw 

I rather blast it to levels that's past yours 

And left you all alone among the dumb 

How you gone win a one on one were I'm from 

That's like throwing Pun a gun and trying to run 

With no equal-belia, I turn a mil-lion, now its really on 

Squeeze a mil-lion, freeze is killin'em 

leave'em chillin' in front of a buildin-on 

Squinting like he swallow hel-ium, the streets of Vietnam 

An I'm the perfect weapon, who wanna learn they lesson 

I burn they vest in less than thirty seconds 

Teflon the steal lets get it on for real 

I penetrate any plate with the fifty-mack god-drunill 

I'm hard to kill like Aids, ganja still I blaze 

You want the real I'm craze, don't ever play around 

I blaze you down like you weigh a pound 

an spray the town with the mack hundred eighty rounds 

(JuJu) 

Zip the O.T., puffing on tron till I O.D. 

Y'all mad cus all y'all hoes know me 

Thugged out Dominican cat with a gold tee 

Remotely resided here in Brooklyn till they deport me 

Quote me "I'm nice with the hands don't provoke me" 

Matter of fact bite off your arms if you owe me 

Locally holding New York down like Olkaly 

And openly demolish you vocally 

See money ain't a issue I just spend it an laugh 

Fill my pockets with shit never bend it in half 

Fuck owning a car I just jump in a cab 

Go to the Ave, heal my self buy me a bag 

Back to the lab, doing it for Rick and for Gab 

But all these niggas on my shirt tell living it drag 

Isn't it sad, wishing you making me mad 

Don't make me stab'em till they painfully shitting in bag 

(Chorus) 

All we wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce 

We keep it moving shaking like they puff a whole ounce 

All we wanna do is live our lifestyle fly 

By merts to get me high by friends we get by, (2X) 

(Ives) 

Now the world way hand tech stretch 

East to West todos pull up un street krons sketch 

I bring bomb home grown from con seed 

To some we all feel heads jump and get back to something 

Now who the fool that blew through 

That said who you? 

Somos delinquentes Big Pun, and Juju 

So time to break up-roll and piggy puff y'all 

You could bring a libra and it wouldn't be enough yo 

Cus is a gun, clap your ribs up infested 

Stick up, throw your clique up and get arrested 

Cus when the sun sets the moon gone rise 

With cheeky eyes with no surprise let the weed smoke rise 

(Kemo) 

The hypothetical scenario straight the imperial lyrical 

Blaxican el baron pistolero cyclone taps again 

Cracking your dome piece shaking your bone piece 

Heads banging will be slanging to you hating suckas 

With a new role don't plan to complain 

I wreck your frame 

Bite your tongue before you mention my name 

From L.A. to Nueva York where some vatos be slanging coca 

While others be moving mota 

Keeping trucha from the chota 

Me and my crew we break on through to the other side 

Words spread like the hepatitis virus shit 

I need like Cyrus my platoon through the traitorous rains rise up 

Proud of your name we had joy, fun, seasons in the sun 

Put the wine in the zone like the season had begun 

All but one in my son the latin seasons is upon us 

With an open invitation to my sisters and my brothers 

(Chorus) 

All we wanna do is make the whole crowd bounce 

We keep it moving shaking like they puff a whole ounce 

All we wanna do is live our lifestyle fly 

By merts to get me high by friends we get by, (2X)