Na Zona Sul

It's bro, Count Canão
Not the concrete jungle, my Compadi Sabota

In the south zone, tough daily life
Keep it real, those who can't handle it are screwed
It's crazy in the south zone, tough daily life
Keep it real, those who can't handle it are screwed

I insist, persist, don't send messages
I have something to say, I won't stay silent
Chaotic facts never convinced me
Life is more valuable, welcome to the neighborhoods in my hood, God!
Run, escape, fifteen in the clip, blackmail
The little cop makes a deal, then kills in the crocodile
Absurd, I don't get fooled in the suburbs
Dirty money constantly betrays us in the future
Fake friends and allies thinking about winning
There's no use in covering up, the cover tears
Dog-eat-dog world, disappointment builds and transforms
The kids from the hood become a transport for drugs
South zone, I know a whole inhibited people
So many promises, it all ends up in nothing
From Vila Olímpia to Rocinha, Count Fundão
Look there, pay attention, there's Canão
Lice in the connection, B.que. denies Gil
Independence Park represents pin Gil
Not a peep, just quietly, that I value
Without blabbering, man, for the love of God!
There's a room for rent, better than poison
Living freely on the edge, walking into the wind
Jardim Edite, Casa do Norte, it's serious talk
Cyclone, Superman lives in hell
Here I am, took a while, cool zone, Sunday afternoon
The sun is strong, hey thief, it's rare
Went to Vai-Vai, bumped into Loco, the baby, Sagat
And Eduardo all crazy in a Passat
Loud, scary sound, plays a Pioneer tape
Listening to Racionais strolling in the park
'95 shook, terrified the city
Who understands me, who's into rap knows

In the crazy south zone, tough daily life
Keep it real, those who can't handle it are screwed
It's crazy in the south zone, tough daily life
Keep it real, those who can't handle it are screwed

South Zone, Show Zone, the crazies shout: HOW!
You gotta see, Jow, I know the thesis makes the sound
That drives the crazy good-blooded folks insane
Good-blooded
Good-blooded
Good-blooded
Good-blooded

Meanwhile; all clarified, nothing solved
Bribes flowing, not even the minimum in the pocket
Year 2000 didn't end, the fringe even mentioned
We locked horns, Nostradamus was right and didn't miss
South Brooklin, Piolho Hill, Osasco's roundabout
In a short time, crime evolves step by step
Several screenings in jail have stayed
Evolved in high criminal offenses to the bone
Today 157, 12 is a bomb job
There's plenty, last night I saw it there
Drugs being sold, understand me
The investment is hot, white and pure, green is hot, frontline
Calm down in these times, it's the law of the favela
Who knows, does it right away, never pays with a gesture
South Zone, gossip brings crocodile
I'm Sabotage, I don't tolerate shadiness
Ceará suffers from drought, Berlin knocks down the fence
Floods in Japan didn't record some comets
South Zone, first independence in vanity
Child at school, it's Hitler in trend
Having patience is the key to the problem
But don't worry, hey thief, we're active in any trouble
El niño in Italy, in the South police kill
No jobs, periphery lacks vacancies
Thief arms himself; only with a rifle and grenade
Next scenes of terror, hail of bullets; that's how it is, will be like this
Several will rise, tititi, trigger of the type that delays crime, check
Have faith, don't disbelieve, participate
Knowing what's up isn't foolish, always humble
Refinement has one in twenty
Winged criminal, respected, well-respected, suspicious
With everything on your side, nothing is so easy, as I do well in a short space
In the South Zone, only God walks by my side
By my side

South Zone, Show Zone, the crazies shout: HOW!
You gotta see, Jow, I know the thesis makes the sound
That drives the crazy good-blooded folks insane
Good-blooded
Good-blooded
Good-blooded
Good-blooded

South Zone, Show Zone, the crazies shout: HOW!
You gotta see, Jow, I know the thesis makes the sound
That drives the crazy good-blooded folks insane
Good-blooded
Good-blooded
Good-blooded
Good-blooded

São Paulo, Brazil, Capão Redondo from the bridge over there, year 2000
Long live the benevolent bandits
To the conscious and disoriented crazies
Humility to the reckless folks
Here no one wants fame, ratings, or gossip
Our share comes in dollars, which is with ourselves to be happy
I'm here with my family and my partners
Sabotage, Rzo, me Cascão, Vila Fundão from the warriors' gang
In the South Zone