Só Monstro

I know it’s tough, the dollars, the gold seduces
The rich girl drops out, the guys go in hoods
To grab the phone, Louis Vuitton bag
Shows that life is crazy, it’s not just in the hood
The kids are trouble, attitude in their blood
Don’t care, they pull a gun on the Japanese in a Mustang
The scene is wild, with bullets, knives, or even fists
Saddam Hussein at 15, crazy and hungry
On the hunt for cash, just big shots, man
Hunger until late, leaves the boys scared
On the mission, don’t fail, if you’re in, it’s to win
The kids go after what their moms couldn’t give
They’ll say rap is an excuse to steal
What’s the point of telling the kids not to rob
And deal if the need knocks at the door
The hood in flip-flops and the rich kids with guns
It’s tough, tell me who do you look up to
The dad who drinks or the boss with a Golf and AK
Life is cruel, it’s not sweet like honey
Tell your kid not to steal, not to kill, or he won’t go to heaven
What heaven? We live in hell, man
You’ll be slacking off while the enemy’s got a rifle
You’ll get caught, you’ll lose, you’ll die, game over
Containment, kid, in the hood it’s just monsters

It’s our style to win, go all in or nothing
The hunter with a Jericho ready to catch the prey
Slacking isn’t an option, time flies, man
If you want silver from Bali, clear your neck

It’s our style to win, go all in or nothing
The hunter with a Jericho ready to catch the prey
Slacking isn’t an option, time flies, man
If you want silver from Bali, clear your neck

Hey man, big guy, just monsters in the game
Go grab the Tornados, the Corollas, the Mazdas
Nothing just falls from the sky, only rain
Chase after, grab the guns, the scene is ripe
Invade the house, a million style, avalanche
The family in the living room munching on MC sandwiches
Bring the terror, leave the rich kids in shock
Take the Fusion, open the trunk, and toss in the safe
In the early morning, the kids break the glass with kicks
Get in, take the fingerprints and the laptops
Madam, did you see that 50 cents is expensive?

Hey lady, hey lady, give me a quarter to help me out
No, no kid
I don’t have money, get away from my car, get, get!
Hey, it’s not gonna work, huh? So here’s the deal
Get out of the car, bitch, you lost!

You denied a coin to the kid, lost your car
You think every thief is born a thief?
The anger rises inside like a volcano
And if it erupts, get out of the way
Lucifer’s got a square cap and several clips
Ready to take, dismember in captivity
Didn’t want to pay the ransom, order another heir
Some kill for money, others live for money
Money, damn thing that drags many friends
The scene is wild, shoot and laugh
Since a kid, has the mind of a psychopath
It’s sad, took from the hood, the vibe is crazy
A big gun, dry leg in the scene blowing up the globe
Just crazy, on the corner, several lunatics are sinister
Prepare the candles, soon one’s going up
Died by the mouth, talks too much
Blah, blah, blah, takes and brings, boom! It’s over, rest in peace

It’s our style to win, go all in or nothing
The hunter with a Jericho ready to catch the prey
Slacking isn’t an option, time flies, man
If you want silver from Bali, clear your neck

It’s our style to win, go all in or nothing
The hunter with a Jericho ready to catch the prey
Slacking isn’t an option, time flies, man
If you want silver from Bali, clear your neck

It’s just monsters in the hood, the kids pull the dog
The scene is sinister, the terrorists on a mission
Don’t even try to get involved if you’re a coward
Here in the interior, the scene is wild, man
Kidnapping, robbery, the kids are hungry
With a gun, they dominate the hood
Money in the pocket, bling around the neck
Whiskey, drugs, and a square
The plans are tight, the bikes for escape
The kids in hoods and the chatter
The scene of a thousand, the escape of a thousand
The police can’t even hide
In the hood, just monsters
And in the ghetto, just monsters
And in rap, just monsters
And in crime, just monsters
The kids are just monsters
In jail, just monsters
Cousin in the interior of Paraná, the vibe is crazy

And in the hood, just monsters
And in the ghetto, just monsters
And in rap, just monsters
And in crime, just monsters
The kids are just monsters
In jail, just monsters
Cousin in the interior of Paraná, the vibe is crazy