Big Punisher - Western Ways Part 2 (La Seleccion) lyrics

[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 gla** 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 k**in'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 k** 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 sh** never bend it in half f** 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 n***as 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 sh**ting 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 s**as 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 c**a 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 sh** 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)