Ponto30 (feat. BigBlakk, LEALL e MG CDD)

30 caliber on the track and the young ones are hammering
Rio de Janeiro, it's the cauldron of Cuca
Zero limit, lives freedom
Oh, if only it were the bazooka

Bullets up and it's not 7Belo
High as a kite, stopping at the mouth
Just like the cousins, can't see a gun
Your ass twitches and makes your mouth water

Eddie Murphie, I'm Dr. Dolittle
Say, bitch, what do you want with me?
I'm in the mess and I'll stay on base
When I feel like it, I'll fuck you

Enemies I don't even know
German, you're remorseful
Show your face, never seen on the track
Only in the video game did you see square

Patrol car, you got scared
Crab, you only go sideways
Came sent, you become dinner
The alligator awaits you at the bottom of the lake

Law of life: Those who are gone, don't come back
Law of war: One dies for the other
Statistics, aim at the wheel
No remorse if you hit a pig

Law of life: Those who are gone, don't come back
Law of war: One dies for the other
Statistics, aim at the wheel
No remorse if you hit a pig

I look back at my life a few years ago
And, indeed, tears run down my face
Almost like a prophecy
Today my star shines, I could be dead

I swear, if I had the power
I'd take my brother out of the pig's sight
And go back in time, with a different behavior
Setting an example for the younger ones

But I can't lie to you
If I break, I'll go back to the corners again
All the comfort and the lifestyle is addictive
Jewels shining on my body

Wanted in my attire
Vanity is like fire
I know the reason for the carnage
Is that humans are fascinated by gold

But I ask you to calm down
Why so much war?
Kalashnikov, Sig Sauer and Glock
Passing from hand to hand in the favela

The Motorola rings and if I don't answer
Bro, don't despair
It's that we don't take anything from this life
Literally, not even the trophy or the bitches

Law of life: Those who are gone, don't come back
Law of war: One dies for the other
Statistics, aim at the wheel
No remorse if you hit a pig

Not always do you reap what you sow
I've planted purity and harvested evil
This life is a Ferris wheel
You didn't believe, today we're in a ship

Firing towards the Americas
In the convertible, with two crazy ones
Car without a plate, I don't even have a license
Pistols and bullets are in the glove compartment

Warrant wanting my downfall
I'll cut your throat if you get in the way
Born and raised in war
I've seen this shit since I was little

I don't like to talk
Those who talk too much, trip over themselves
I want peace in my favela
Gap in the straight, we [?]

If there's a party in the hill, she wants the ones with race
And I'm standing still in the square
Smoke rising, inhaling a balloon
Fill my cup and it's over, my banner

The kids playing at home, and this crazy one full of bullets
Says she wants to sit for the bullet
She gets hooked, throws herself, ends
Tired of these guys with weak rhymes

Looks at the track and sees the troop
Always on the side, the wave rises, with a 12 gauge
Many who entered life
But wanted to play soccer

How many Neymars gave up trying
To be able to traffic and carry two guns
Seven point six-two, anti-aircraft grenade
If you come in a tank, shake on the bomb

And, law of life: Those who are gone, don't come back
Law of war: One dies for the other
Statistics, aim at the wheel
And celebrate if you hit a pig

Law of life: Those who are gone, don't come back
Law of war: One dies for the other
Statistics, aim at the wheel
And celebrate if you hit a pig