Los Palos (part. De La Ghetto y Luar La L)
D-Note Is On The Beat
Is The Billionaire
Tú sabes cómo es, ah
Salir con los palos, que vamo' a guerrear, ah
Le mandamo' fuego hasta al que no es, ra
Yo nací pa' morir, yo nací pa' guerrear, ah
No me puedo dejar, tú sabes cómo es, eh
Salir con los palos, que vamo' a guerrear, ah (a guerrear con el quien sea, to' los diablo' andamo' activo' y...)
Le mandamo' fuego hasta al que no es, ra (si hay que prenderle el infierno, se los prendеmo'; ¿oí'te?)
Yo nací pa' morir, yo nací pa' guerrear, ah (3 lеtra', La L)
No me puedo dejar, tú sabes cómo es (¿qué?)
Ando ready con la pinta
Y un par de peines 30 pa'l que no pague renta, no (claro cabrón)
Quieren hacer copia de mi estilo, son imprenta (no)
Si cada vez que salgo brillo, aunque no tenga prenda'
Y tus brothers que no ronquen, o mando a que se las prendan (se mueren de una)
Mera, indica, dime, Geezy (indica)
Esta gente quiere guerrear con los reales y son más feka' que sus Yeezys
Tienen cortas, pero no hay ni pa' las balas, están en crisis
En PR Glock y en Nueva York es glizzy
Yo cambio 'e carro to' los meses sin el leasing
Por más que mande fuego, por el hielo vivo freezing
El clima te lo cambio, rápido cuando la chambeo
Se te quedó en la cintura, jodedor a estas alturas
Dime cómo se siente sentir que te desfiguras
Tú no duras en esta guerra, te seteo con par de perras
Y ¿de qué te vale la corta en la Ferra?
Si escuchan el grito 'el palo, se me aterran
Empiezan a orar y ahora a Dios se aferran (amén)
Aquí no hay miedo, no le temo al grito de guerra
Yo no me dejo, voy pa'l frente y si me matan, guerreamo' dentro 'el infierno, pero mientras tanto estoy aquí en la Tierra (¿qué?)
Tú sabes cómo es
Saquen to' los palos, que vamo' a guerrear
Le mandamo' fuego hasta al que no es
Yo nací pa' morir, yo nací pa' guerrear
No me puedo dejar, tú sabes cómo es
Saquen to' los palos, que vamo' a guerrear, ah-ah
Le mandamo' fuego hasta al que no es (no)
Yo nací pa' morir, yo nací pa' guerrear (you know what time it is, homie)
Esto es Ganga, hijueputa
Más vale que to' se me ubiquen
Hacemos que las pacas se multipliquen
Prr, prr, los míos de negro se visten
El Thompson atrás como Tristan
Sin seguro, siempre estamos listos
Chulito en la calle, yo sé que me has visto
En el cuello la cruz con la cara de Cristo
Cubierto de oro, parezco un obispo, uh
OK, OK, siempre en la esquina, daddy all day
Las filas en el punto, eso es all day
De la verde a la blanca es un upgrade
OK, OK, siempre en la esquina, daddy all day
Las filas en el punto, eso es all day
De la verde a la blanca es un upgrade
Tú sabes cómo es (oK, YOVNGCHIMI)
Salir con los palos, que vamo' a guerrear (dime De La, dime L)
Le mandamo' fuego hasta al que no es, ra
Yo nací pa' morir, yo nací pa' guerrear (is glizzy gang)
No me puedo dejar, tú sabes cómo es, eh
Salir con los palos, que vamo' a guerrear, ah
Le mandamo' fuego hasta al que no es, ra
Yo nací pa' morir, yo nací pa' guerrear (mere cabrón)
No me puedo dejar, tú sabes cómo es (nunca)
Tú sabes cómo es
Nacimo' en el fuego, cabrón, y gracias a los santos estamo' blessed (la mafia)
Moviéndonos flow cartel (Cartel), los puse a creer
To' mis diablos en Chanel, en la calle jugando ajedrez
Cabrón en Brooklyn como los Nets (Los Nets)
Te mando a los shooters en la Corvette (en Brooklyn)
Las glizzies son rápidas, SRT (las glizzies), murder flex
I'm with the mob, I'm with the mafia
Esto es rojo 27, flow Tapia
Es sacada directo de Yugoslavia (27)
Stay with the Gang, you know I been mobbing, yeah
Flow ganguero con mis pistoleros
Te salgo a cazar y después pa'l joyero
Ponemo' a tu jefe en el vocero (vocero)
Con la muñeca y el cuello bajo cero
Aquí se jala gatillo flow De La (De La)
El calentón es de Llorens a Cantera (Cantera)
Shout-out, los Demons envueltos en mi carrera
En un deportivo o en un carro 'e carreras (Santurce hijueputa)
Si no quieren tiros, denle pa' la acera
Un fuletazo y te dejo en la acera (salte el medio hijueputa)
You a bitch, you know I don't play that (ey bitch)
Yo te la prendo sentao en el Maybach
Madre mía, perdóname, que la calle me adoptó
La maldad me consumió
Madre mía, perdóname que, la calle me adoptó
La maldad me consumió
Tú sabes cómo es (oK)
Salir con los palos, que vamo' a guerrear
Le mandamo' fuego hasta al que no es, ra
Yo nací pa' morir, yo nací pa' guerrear, ah
No me puedo dejar, tú sabes cómo es
Salir con los palos, que vamo' a guerrea, ah
Le mandamo' fuego hasta al que no es, ra
Yo nací pa' morir, yo nací pa' guerrear (mere cabrón)
No me puedo dejar, tú sabes cómo es
The Sticks (feat. De La Ghetto and Luar La L)
D-Note Is On The Beat
Is The Billionaire
You know how it is, ah
Go out with the sticks, we're going to war, ah
We send fire even to those who are not, ra
I was born to die, I was born to fight, ah
I can't let go, you know how it is, eh
Go out with the sticks, we're going to war, ah (to fight with whoever, all the devils are active and...)
We send fire even to those who are not, ra (if we have to set hell on fire, we'll do it; you hear me?)
I was born to die, I was born to fight, ah (3 letters, La L)
I can't let go, you know how it is (what?)
I'm ready with the look
And a couple of 30-round magazines for those who don't pay rent, no (of course, bastard)
They want to copy my style, they're a printing press (no)
If every time I go out I shine, even if I don't have clothes
And your brothers better not snore, or I'll have them lit up (they'll die instantly)
Mera, indica, tell me, Geezy (indicate)
These people want to fight with the real ones and they're faker than their Yeezys
They have guns, but not even enough for bullets, they're in crisis
In PR it's Glock and in New York it's glizzy
I change cars every month without leasing
No matter how much I send fire, I live freezing for the ice
I change the weather quickly when I work
You got stuck at the waist, joker at this point
Tell me how it feels to feel disfigured
You won't last in this war, I set you up with a couple of bitches
And what good is the gun in the Ferra?
If they hear the cry of 'the stick, they get scared of me
They start praying and now they cling to God (amen)
There's no fear here, I'm not afraid of the war cry
I don't give up, I go to the front and if they kill me, we'll fight inside hell, but in the meantime I'm here on Earth (what?)
You know how it is
Bring out all the sticks, we're going to war
We send fire even to those who are not
I was born to die, I was born to fight
I can't let go, you know how it is
Bring out all the sticks, we're going to war, ah-ah
We send fire even to those who are not (no)
I was born to die, I was born to fight (you know what time it is, homie)
This is Ganga, motherfucker
It's better that you all locate me
We make the bales multiply
Prr, prr, mine dress in black
The Thompson in the back like Tristan
Without insurance, we're always ready
Chulito on the street, I know you've seen me
On the neck the cross with the face of Christ
Covered in gold, I look like a bishop, uh
OK, OK, always on the corner, daddy all day
The lines at the point, that's all day
From green to white is an upgrade
OK, OK, always on the corner, daddy all day
The lines at the point, that's all day
From green to white is an upgrade
You know how it is (oK, YOVNGCHIMI)
Go out with the sticks, we're going to war (tell De La, tell L)
We send fire even to those who are not, ra
I was born to die, I was born to fight (is glizzy gang)
I can't let go, you know how it is, eh
Go out with the sticks, we're going to war, ah
We send fire even to those who are not, ra
I was born to die, I was born to fight (damn bastard)
I can't let go, you know how it is (never)
You know how it is
We were born in fire, bastard, and thanks to the saints we're blessed (the mafia)
Moving like a cartel flow (Cartel), I made them believe
All my devils in Chanel, playing chess in the street
Bastard in Brooklyn like the Nets (The Nets)
I send the shooters in the Corvette (in Brooklyn)
The glizzies are fast, SRT (the glizzies), murder flex
I'm with the mob, I'm with the mafia
This is red 27, Tapia flow
It's taken directly from Yugoslavia (27)
Stay with the Gang, you know I been mobbing, yeah
Gangster flow with my gunmen
I go out to hunt you and then to the jeweler
We put your boss on the loudspeaker (loudspeaker)
With the wrist and neck below zero
Here the trigger is pulled, De La flow (De La)
The heat goes from Llorens to Cantera (Cantera)
Shout-out, the Demons involved in my career
In a sports car or in a race car (Santurce motherfucker)
If they don't want shots, give them to the sidewalk
A shot and I leave you on the sidewalk (jump the middle motherfucker)
You a bitch, you know I don't play that (hey bitch)
I'll light you up sitting in the Maybach
My mother, forgive me, the street adopted me
Evil consumed me
My mother, forgive me, the street adopted me
Evil consumed me
You know how it is (oK)
Go out with the sticks, we're going to war
We send fire even to those who are not, ra
I was born to die, I was born to fight, ah
I can't let go, you know how it is
Go out with the sticks, we're going to war, ah
We send fire even to those who are not, ra
I was born to die, I was born to fight (damn bastard)
I can't let go, you know how it is