Sangue Bom

Yeah yeah yay
Medellin
Yeah yeah yeah
WC no beat
Yay

What time is it, good blood?
Gang, money
Time to conquer the world, hey
God in containment
My brothers have the gift
Villain's mind, hey
Don't lose sight
Watch out for the wrong way, hey
Bring Royal Salute
I sing the lily of the brother
Prepare the snacks, the girls
And the Cuban cigar
Unearth that jewel
And put the criminal in the cloth
Today our company pays for the party of the hustlers
Tense atmosphere
I overcome the hardships
I follow in good sense
Work in silence, hey
Go, get inside
Our sport is violent
If you're not going to win the game
The bench is your seat
I have no time for lament, hey
Today I woke up to win at life
It comes as a bonus
If you want, just come with me
I always stood up with my head held high
The street is the ring
I am an expert in victory

We're hungry
Small street flow
Commanding the techniques
Toasting at the Eiffel Tower
They ask for the invitation
In the boxes there's Mobb Deep
A flyby through the city
I stay until the sky changes

What's up mojo
The kids are in the flow of the hill
The bass breaks the glass
Makes the shelf tremble
Oy yo
A salute to our warrior mass
You following me, on instinct
Dodging these traps
I do what I want
Champagne paves the way
My mind is in the sky
Like that zeppelin
The sound explodes until it wakes up the neighbor
Want trouble, get in line
Signed: Medellin

Din din dom
Get ready for the rise
Only for those who gnawed the bone
Will eat filet mignon
So it's good
Explode the speakers
Put the bass up high
Until the captain arrives, hey
I keep my feet on the ground
And dreams feed me
You looking for your solution
The mind is a tool
Everything I want, I go after
Weakens or sustains
They are side effects
Living to be a legend

I decipher the signs
While the night falls
Samurai discipline
Only the strong survive
I'm in war and want peace
Containment is never too much
Just control the storms
With a freezer heart

And the meat is on the plate
Beware of the rats
Who want to regress, hey
Thug style
Paco's briefcase
Earn it, hey
Several contacts
Born thug
I have to solve, hey

Envy is for the weak
Who don't know what to do, hey
We're hungry
Small street flow
Commanding the techniques
Toasting at the Eiffel Tower
They ask for the invitation
In the boxes there's Mobb Deep
A flyby through the city
I stay until the sky changes

What's up mojo
The kids are in the flow of the hill
The bass breaks the glass
Makes the shelf tremble
A salute to our warrior mass
You following me, on instinct
Dodging these traps
I do what I want
Champagne paves the way
My mind is in the sky
Like that zeppelin
The sound explodes until it wakes up the neighbor
Want trouble, get in line
Signed: Medellin