DELINQUENT HABITS

DELINQUENT HABITS - Western Ways, Pt. 2 (La Seleccion) lyrics

rate me

(feat. Big Punisher, JuJu)

[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, [x2]

[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, [x2]

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