Los Palos (feat. De La Ghetto y 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