Maleante De Carton

Jah, what a consul bird
For the drug dealers, the chit-chat
Let's aim at the studio thugs
If they don't shoot, they're studio thugs

The studio now belongs to Julio,
Dj Sonic, jah,
the drug dealers, the jokers

For those who stick around to tell you a lie
All mouth so people get scared
In that trip, adjustments can be made
"You're a cardboard thug"

To the one who spends time giving drugs
To the kittens in the nightclub
He talks tough and the wallet is empty
"You're a cardboard thug"

He has a Rolex, a ring, and a couple of Cubans
Deals kilos, and also pounds of marijuana
He just wants to throw a lot of money
Because what he has is borrowed from his buddies

Like a chihuahua barking behind the fence
Behind the phone, he skins you
But you see him face to face with his lame talk
"You're a cardboard thug"

Bad-faced, and with a tough guy look
You see him walking with a tough haircut
You don't even need to look at him to know he's a joker
He kills 40 guys but in one song

Get a broom to sweep up the shells
Half of it is lies and they reach your ankles
Not even to say goodbye to the year you pulled the trigger
"You're a cardboard thug"

The guy's thing is to argue, discuss, and kill
In the neighborhood, they know him as the super abnormal
His crew almost fills a school bus
Anyone can do that, but let him fight alone

I don't know in which galaxy they live the war
I bet they don't even know how to handle a dog
They mess with white lion and end up burying themselves
Seven feet underground

To those who front, to those who haze
They act like clowns so people see them
They want to give drugs so you believe them
You tell them "you're a cardboard thug"

Those who say they deal, kill, and fight
Those who brag and boast
Are the first to run when things get ugly
"You're a cardboard thug"

They stab and cut to reach the goal
Should I be scared if they work their notebooks?
The birds are already shooting at the shotgun
But if there's no Bulova, then my buddy, don't get involved

That's the problem, the one who advocates always pays
For the finest is what breaks the rope
Then they kill them and say it's because of drugs
"You're a cardboard thug"

I'm carrying two guns, buddy, let me know if anything happens
If a fight breaks out, I'll take off my shirt
But when the shots ring out, he turns as white as chalk
And they freeze, talk about problems and get all ruffled

I don't know what you gain by saying you're armed
Showing off what you have, you better stay quiet
With that attitude, you could end up extinguished
"You're a cardboard thug"

Buddy, I'm from the streets, I don't need any backup
I'm like the yambú, I don't get vaccinated
I'm happy with my smoke and my breakfast
And thank God I don't have to envy anyone

I'm calm, humble, and decent
I sing for the crews and get along with everyone
But if you lick me, I'll knock your teeth out
With Dj Sonic, it's Julio Voltio the madman

To those who front, to those who haze
They act like clowns so people see them
They want to give drugs so you believe them
You tell them "you're a cardboard thug"

Those who say they deal, kill, and fight
Those who brag and boast
Are the first to run when things get ugly
"You're a cardboard thug"

Cardboard thug
Drugs, Jou
For those who are tired of psycho
If they don't say psycho, they're not psycho
Don't be fooled, huh

Let's aim at the studio thugs
They're studio thugs
What a consul bird