Delinquent Habits - Western Ways Part 2 (Here Come the Horns) (feat. Juju (Beatnuts), Big Pun) lyrics

Yo what up, yeah, yeah
That's so it determine
Delinquent habit's and the
Puerto Rican bandit
"Big Pun" yo check it out yo

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 it's 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

Zip the OT, puffing on tron till I OD
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 Oakely
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

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

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

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 LA 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

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