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It passed on television the angry rulers
Giving orders for the police to come here and end the trafficking
It's crazy for this to happen, if they come, they'll get shot
Because crime here in Rio, only ends if we want it to end

And the troop doesn't even think about it, we only think about progressing
Learning from the elders, teaching the young ones
Day by day we're in the fight, it's intelligent management
Vapor trafficking correctly, doing right by the manager

The residents love us, because we're here to help
The police, when they show up, only come to disrespect
They enter other people's houses, don't care about anything
Even those not involved only get slapped in the face

That's why we're like this: Crazy, crazy and angry
To get close to the guys, it takes over a hundred soldiers
And the current order is the one I'm going to say
That if you see an armed criminal, shoot to kill

But they're forgetting that we also give orders
And the big boss's order is to empty the hundred-round magazines
And it's never been different, that's the law of the favela
We suffer cowardice, but never commit it

Want trouble? You'll get it
Want trouble? You'll get it
Just thinking about killing us
But we'll be the ones to kill you
Want trouble? You'll get it
Want trouble? You'll get it
Just thinking about killing us
But we'll be the ones to kill you

Want trouble? You'll get it
Want trouble? You'll get it
Just thinking about killing us
But we'll be the ones to kill you
Want trouble? You'll get it
Want trouble? You'll get it
Just thinking about killing us
But we'll be the ones to kill you