MALIANTEO 420 (Volumen 2) (feat. DT.Bilardo)

Ah, now yes, bro
It's back
Eh
Bilardo is on the beat, oh

I'm walking in the hallways, I keep it simple
Real before the thief in quotation marks
Those who underestimated us, we ran them to the edge
They were already more than burnt out and we turned the tables

I don't get involved in the nonsense that the fools chase me
I don't like the pretense, those don't fit in with the guys
I don't hang out with models, I hang out with the neighborhood girl
I don't want to act fancy, I want to become a millionaire

Let's go straight to the point, let's see how I explain it to you
Cats are always cats and we dogs are the note
Here we do what we can but we're always in charge
If they don't like you in your neighborhood, what mafia are you talking about?

Well, what are we going to do?
Some came to Lead, and others came to Obey
I'm always high, buddy, I never landed
Many want to finish me off but they don't know I haven't even started

I'm calm, you're nervous, dangerously like a soap opera
I'm ready for business, stealthy and cautious
Don't get jealous if they come with the cool ones
Please, don't compare me, I'm not like those chicks

These rookies didn't come out of their shell
I already took off their mask, go, tell your dad
That the old man has arrived here, that they're all puppets
And none of them come down here where the real ones are

Neri from the crew
420 for the black ones, booming on the speaker
My adrenaline rises, a streetwise and classy girl
Drinking wine on the corner, the fancy ones can't even imagine

Wait for me to slip, but I never stumbled
I'll eat you up, like Dibu Martínez
I'm a double-edged weapon, I'll hit you five in a row
Don't come talk to me about style, I have them as pupils

My buddies are real ninjas, but not samurais
Gaucho from the lleca, buddy, pure sapucay
When I'm in Spain they say I'm going crazy
I always carry a pipe and sometimes it's not Nike's

So know it, man, that's how it is
Don't be scared, we're light
I'm calm smoking a bonsai
Without daydreaming, I leave that to the fool
Who acts tough and is really a snitch

Don't act like a tough guy if you haven't left the mailbox
Don't make a fuss with the toys that later make your mom cry
You're really 27? That's embarrassing
You need to learn a lot to represent the guys

A true crook never speaks ill of his neighborhood
The former president mentioned me, and even if it was unnecessary
I show my respect and some lack respect
That's not 90s flow, just an invention of someone who dreams of being a gangster

A lack of respect for real thugs
Ease up on GTA and leave the science fiction
If you left Argentina it's because you couldn't handle the pressure
You're not an artist, you're a joke, you can't handle the competition

Envy shrinks you and humility makes me giant
From a kid who moves forward, alone and without naming my people
I deserve everything I have, they say: For being a good person
Hey, you're the boss of the ghosts and the cat of the errands

You paid the whores, the bums, the cops, and the lawyer who was looking for you
Outside you act like a mobster and inside you were always crying
And your clownishness is evident from two hundred meters away
You tried to threaten me with the photo of my ID

Saying you have connections, you got half a meter
Sorry, I didn't understand you, it's because you talk like a snob
In Dale Playa they already know me, they know I'm cool, a bum
Different from you and your manager with borrowed airs

At this point I'm thinking that both of you have emigrated
For telling the story of The Godfather when they have you as a godson
Hey, hehe
Fearless of success
Cut, right?
DT. Bilardo
Cumbia 420 for the black ones (ah, now yes, bro)
L-Gante, what's up?
Maxi El Brother, yeah
L-Gante, man, what's up? (eh)
Eh
Here we tell the truth
Bilardo is on the beat, oh