Quero ve vc mexer

I want to see you move
Here comes the trouble, look

You don't mess with thugs
Value your life
If you provoke, you get shot, do you still doubt it?
You have to respect the guys
Don't mess with those who are quiet
You looked for it, I think you'll get it
I hear the shot, the wind whistling in my ear
The kid's attitude with his finger on the trigger
But hey kid, if you don't die, you know
It's tough
If you don't run, you'll end up dead
Listen kid, here things get real
If you don't trust the gang
You have to figure it out
Walking screwed, three windows annihilated
Showing up in the hood makes you respected
But be aware that here things get serious, my brother
For your protection, it's better to hide the gun
Because there's always a trap set on the corner
Just to take you down, disrupt your hustle
So mind your own business, don't mess with anyone
It's better to prevent than to die foolishly
Look around, behind, in front
Worried about someone with a different face
I told you, safety dies of old age, I know
I'll always be alert
How many fools I've seen in the middle of the street
With their whole body pierced
Played with thugs, woke up lying down
I want to see you move
With thugs in the favela, things will get rough
I want to see you move
You want to try, crazy? Just pay to see

I want to see you move
Here comes the trouble, look

Alert with everything and everyone by my side
Constant movements without giving the devil a chance
If something's wrong, I won't stick around to see
If you want to see, it's better to live as a coward
Than to stay and die
The dog's alert, the trigger itches, so just pull it
In hell, it's a party, start getting ready
Banquet at the reception, Swiss cheese and salmon
And you cooking in the pot
And there are fools shooting aimlessly
Don't know who they're messing with and want to be cool
Walking in the hood without a care, it's a trap
Then at some point, another body is found
No one saw who killed
The crazy guy shot and disappeared
It was a predicted death and many applauded
Just another cocky kid died
Slept on the job, the trickery sets in
I want to see you move
Here comes the trouble, look

Plaster finger, wipe it off, I know
Your destiny is already set, you'll die sooner
That's the price for not holding back
The cops torture, they're just snitches
Sign the report, but don't go to the cell
Here comes the trouble, look
In the first yard time, we cross paths
For now, just to give a beating
Outside is different, cage yourself now
Want to try to face it, then try, try
But ideally, you shouldn't be hunted
Getting involved with crime will get you tangled
With thugs or cops, it's all the same, it's dangerous
Police is jail and crime is suicide
A smart guy is one who stays cool
No trouble with anyone, enjoys the party all night
Let the beast loose when the old songs play
Like a big hit, releases adrenaline
Spends all energy on the weekend
Having fun at the tropical or Gama party
Just crazy kids, the music is what matters
Let's stay in peace and forget the wars
Pay attention and stop living in danger
If you mess with the hood, you'll only have losses