Eh-eh
Eh-eh

Hey, Luca', put on some 2Pac
With the .9, they suck it with the gun
They don't move and their gang sucks it (fuck)
With the wound to their mom, the pupa' (haha)
We're in a beefeo noise, it occupies me (yes)
Those toads with binoculars and magnifying glass
I've seen the mole that came for coke
They saw him from the side squatting (yes)
Stay alert, keep your eyes on the back of your neck
They're looking for Shizuka in the neighborhood (ah, ah, ah)
You can see the wig on those gypsies

Life is a puzzle,
Straighten up, even if you don't have the piece
Smile if sadness freezes you (ah)
Because if you think too much that it's only about having a reward
And your life is going to get more tense
Sell drugs on the table (ah), because money also weighs
And at least something compensates you
And if the surprise comes out, it's God that one prays to (grr)
Not to get too fresh on the way back

Hey, my Pedro, my Kings, how are the boats at the docks?
There are no laws in that water, the players are playing
When I seal this flow, I send it and it reaches the street (eh)
They better improve, they better shut up
The kings have arrived, I don't need details
The packages are sent, I hope no one fails
If not, they run him over and blow up his car
In this I am Popeye, don't come with nail polish
When I bottle this flow, I send it and it reaches the street
We're going to make even the witches of Salem crash
May health sparkle because so far it works for me
I'm going to pull from the docks and give a pair to my chacales, word

The six come from the beach, and in the street don't throw in the towel
And I've lived with junkies between lines
That's why here we don't rehearse, one opportunity, and if you fail
The great po wea burst will riddle you (grr, ah)
I know what it's like to cut a package and I've run from the gypsies with the shackles
The blues don't catch us because we're adrift
At 220 in the twenty comb we go to the steering wheel (eh)
I represent the flag of the criminals
Kid, and the transplants, packing different bags
A house in the bank without anyone going to sing
Crazy with demented, if they get together, money instantly
Bills in mind, shout-out my nigga', all my Green Lanters

Tell me Carlito Brigante when you have me in front (damn)
I only get diamonds, put on the mask, gloves
Let's steal like before, mine at the wheel (grr)
Don't come already singing in the neighborhood of traffickers
I'm talking about being on point, always having just enough (ey)
We have to close that matter, let's give them a scare
I have my balls hard, look at my street feet (ah)
I only hang out with pure, with arms made of steel (rrr, for real)
Look, they're depressed, full of coke and pills (ah)
The glasses are decisive in case the gangs clash (fuck)
Their kids are at ? They only have nightmares
Sometimes I'm aggressive, staring hard at those (fuck)
Their mom is left alone because the kids don't come back
The waves took them away, in the street everything is solved (ah, ah)
Sometimes they come with guns, at home, they wrap it in a filter (ah)
They're counting those balls, fuck

If we sing in the club, the guns inside
Why do I need security if they defend themselves?
I live the real, not for a payola (ah)
If you touch a bullet it's going to blow your head off
On top of the stage, put on at the concert
I sing truths, they see me dead if I lie to you about anything
In the street we're looking for their percentage for the gangsters
And on Spotify washing the papers of five hundred (oh)
Stay alert, there are snitches
Proky, don't lower it, life is only a while (oh)
Play by the line, we're not kids anymore
And the bars we throw cost like a device
Four to five points are coming (oh)
We're packing when we have them together
Erasing from the list, wishing all those I point at
I do this for my kids, the old lady and all my deceased

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