Na Fê de Deus Joga Os Plaque

In God's faith, throw the plates, place them on the table for a full house
A thousand here, the saying goes it's better to drip than to dry
And the crime continues swimming against the current
Leaving customers in shock, terrorizing the manager

And going back to the neighborhood with Golf and paid gum
Walking the straight line to set an example for the kids
Humility above all, even with the cash in the pocket
On the 500cc bike, impresses any onlooker

Who wants to see, wants to know, where the money comes from
The chains, the women, the weapons, the partners
The nights out, the parties, the mischief with calm
Curiosity killed the cat with a blow

I saw and witnessed many in the makeshift ball
Very high on drugs, with dry legs
Invading pharmacies, causing trouble in clubs
Look at the highlight, the younger ones with Titan and Passat

Seriously, go without haste, in pure calm, Jhow
Because progress is ahead only with Falquera and Gol
Don't try to run over time, it runs over you
Too much fame causes mourning, trouble, and jail for sure

Hey, man, stop it, don't come with that idea
I'm off to catch 3 thieves in the Parati
I'll only come back with the loot or riddled with bullets!

Everton
A final without glory, another one who didn't come back alive
(In God's faith, throw the plates!)

In God's faith;
Throw the plates, to see the whip crack here
The young ones click-clack, aiming for the gold

Oh, Jão, it's tough, it's hard, cruel
You're all in the easy life and I'm paying rent
Cousin, save me, set up some deals for me
I also want the money, the cash, the bling bling

But how am I going to have it if I don't want to hustle
I also don't have much willingness to work
Doesn't the government help us a little more
Then, good blood, I would dream of peace!

No crying, man, go get it, chase after it
No one pities you and you're dreaming of peace
What peace, it's just a burst in the face of the cops
The Cherokee stuffed with drugs is a tiger, not a monkey

It's just marijuana straight from Capitán Bado
Nervous rock that comes from the devil's pot
It's just scales to give a lightning bolt and go crazy
Invade the jewelry store, grab the silver and gold

While you're snoozing, sleeping in the jungle
The lions are writing cold checks and it's over
171 swindlers just in the psychological, many are mounted
Have a car, have a house, have a farm, have a boat
Started by tarnishing the name, today in the company are the spearheads

Throw the plates, in God's faith
Chase after what's yours, if you snooze, you lose
Throw the plates, in God's faith
Chase after what's yours, if you snooze, you lose