From the top of the hill I saw that these guys were never there
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What property do you have to talk about me?
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Who hide in the noise of the traáá
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There's no way for them to talk about where I came from
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For these brothers, I'm out of reach
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Cold and destructible like an avalanche
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I think six saw it in my face
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That I don't usually waste a chance
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Everything I said was fulfilled bro
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I hit these loofahs more than I hit the goal
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And if God does not take me at the end of this year
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From next year call me prophet
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They cooking crack, I cook hit
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So after a time I make profit in note
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Crime doesn't arrest me, I hate cages
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To earn in Dolar and I don't do endola
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They are without salt, we feel
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World in my hands as I always had
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World hunger like I always had
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I'm on the opposite side of those who live
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Slow flow so that it is understood
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that I don't have a problem with you
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this is not confused
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These minors saw City of God
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And so many are finding a thief… ahhh
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gangstar, gangstar
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Friends' profit makes me calm
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gangstar, gangstar
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I make money my own way without getting my hands dirty
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I drop that sip for the saint
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That protects and gives strength to the corner
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I keep watching from afar
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The colored lights and the run runs
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Nothing to stop my progress
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If it's a favela, create it, don't underestimate me
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Mind of a villain, the face of crime
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Focus on the target, sniper type
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Bullet in the head of the white dictator
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Traitors, drastic history
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They almost didn't tattoo the swastika
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Mestizo colluding with Nazi
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They themselves will be the victims in practice
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And I? |
I'm not afraid of the police
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Son of a police officer who is a police officer
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Walk with my name in your mouth
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See my clip in the car, and of course
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Shoots whoever carries an umbrella
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Hit addict, and hit more if black
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And then you make the straw with the money from the paycheck
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Rio de Janeiro without rule
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It's the death of the black, money is shit
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Money is the goal to get out of the shit
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Without going armed earn my coin
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Much more loved than hated
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The world is ordered and I came without a mandate
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I answer with war
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They laughed on my way, they hardly know about my return
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Sleep with your eyes open and see if your escort is reinforced
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And when you least expect the cubs sprout with the troop
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And avenge the shooting that killed the innocent in the school
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gangstar, gangstar
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Friends' profit makes me calm
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gangstar, gangstar
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I make money my own way without getting my hands dirty
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I drop that sip for the saint
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That protects and gives strength to the corner
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I keep watching from afar
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The colored lights and the run runs
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Nothing to stop my progress
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I know some suckers that are salable
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Without any fiber, it hurts
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Transform friends into disposables
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End up broke, fucked up and alone
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Let them make mistakes, who can't is us
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Reference for Menozada
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Cipava Garden I am a spokesperson
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My rhyme is big money
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And the elongated comb clogged with 30
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It empties into the air when we sprout
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And the interested in slow motion
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Dancing and playing pussy
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What a crazy thing, where did we get
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And the best, without stepping on anyone
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I salute my teacher
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Which showed that God is not in the ten
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gangstar, gangstar
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Friends' profit makes me calm
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gangstar, gangstar
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I make money my own way without getting my hands dirty
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I drop that sip for the saint
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That protects and gives strength to the corner
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I keep watching from afar
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The colored lights and the run runs
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Nothing to stop my progress |