Sementinha do Mal

The little guy is ready, firmly pressing on the blazer of the police car
Boss's security, your stature is a big gun
Backpack with over 7 kg of ammunition
Plus half a kg on the chain
Today he only stops for the tough ones
Patrolling in the slum, sets fire to the balloon
Passes drawing attention
Big gun dripping oil, chromed scope
The chicks love the swagger of the big guy
Little guy only stops for the tough ones
At the dance party, he sees the kid peeing on someone's face
Whisky and Red Bull, launches straight from the stash
Started with a little seed, very tough
Tired of taking slaps in the face from his drugged-up mom
Reeking of cachaça
Approaching the kids, your house is now the stash
Worked properly without enjoying the stash
Boss catching on, this little guy is very tough

The purity in the eyes of the little guy got you
Took him out of the stash, put vapor in his mouth
Now he's screwed, felt the taste of the wrong life
Burst into the first war, showed he meant business
Shouting on the radio, will hold on until the last bullet
Made your name in the square

Now it's time to shoot

Glock with extended magazine, belt full of grenades
Your vest is Saint George, smooth, nothing can touch you
Pray every day quietly at home
Your saint protects you in the streets of the night
In the past, you were nothing
Today you will respect that this shit is the shooter
Got your big gun from the boss and two Glocks
Made him the general manager of all the deals

Working properly, closes the profits and looks for another stash
Country boy amazed by the shooter's swagger
Saw the young kid back in the day in the stash
Now the little guy slices the kilos and only walks armed
He's the terror of the hill's girls and the most respected
It was only a matter of time for him to rise through the ranks
Made the boss happy with the new stolen cars
Boss's darling, loves the danger very much
Natural-born criminal, the troop of the wild car
Became the man's right-hand
The boss treated him like a son
The little guy was cold-blooded, liked to exchange shots
Liked to be involved, liked to be a bandit
The system's hatred kept the little guy alive
Passed the barricade, he'll leave you screwed
Blows the boat's tires, the scope searches for the target

You'll be screwed if you try to mess with the guys
Sig Sauer pistol of German origin
Got change for thirty? Take this burst in the chest
From the rooftop, looks for the cop in the engine