Artistas da Rua

Iguaçu troop, troop crushed you
155 Kenner at full steam
Movie, Tarantino
The guys trafficking, bullets flying
The guys making money
We're making money, you're fractured
I'm screwing her, you frustrated
With voices in my mind, like
Climb the ladder
Never pick up the load
And eliminate the weak
Thirst is Ballantaines, scene is BallaClava
In the curves the control, throw it in my face
Dream of a full mouth, nightmare at the time of theft
Famous street artists, formed in luxury article

It's just
Posture for us is garbage
Presence for us is garbage
Hair in line, always dressed
She loses the beat, and says I'm the beast
Says don't take me out of your mouth
Says she doesn't care, that I lie to the others
I say I don't like the clothes
It's that you look better without those clothes
They like what I wear, don't want to see what I see
She squeezes me like a belt and says the balla thing, it's me

Says the balla thing, it's me
Says the poison is in the jackfruit
Says we're not for sale
Says we buy cash
Says we like the vice
Says we will be the vice
Says we like the fine
Says we wear fine

Captains of the sand
Captains of the bush
Captains of the neighborhood
Captains of the damn thing
They want my secret
They want my seconds
Check your frequency
Never jump the wall

Mad bites the backs, they bite the lip
Hair blown, I affirm, it's me
What's up?! Pass the vision
Pass the contacts and pass me the balloon
But pass me the vision
Of what's right, what's correct
It's that the kids left everything to go out in the square
Life is a shift from early on
Dog instinct because I feel your fear

I know you're not worth anything
I prefer to give wings to the snake
Than uniforms to pigs
And the devil in Prada and both of us in Puma
(Patata tum tum tum)
No idle talk, street demands
(Street demands)
On the best legs on a Monday
But never in second place

You see who's who when it comes to money
In a matter of seconds
Hustle like in São Silvestre
I make it rain like Saint Peter
In your chest it's a hit, I hit
(Patum patum, oh)

In the scene, I don't wave, I hit
I light up 70, you try, but of course, buddy
You're screwed
Balance between good and hate
Persisting in getting rich or over
Alive, dead
Dead or alive
Just don't want to be my enemy