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Police and Thief

Mc Muleke

Policia e Ladrão

Na brincadeira de polícia e ladrão
Foi que a vida imitou a ficção
Os menores que viviam na favela
E que brincavam entre becos e vielas

Com suas armas de madeira nas mãos
Trocavam tiros em sua imaginação
E um gritava para o outro da biqueira
Perdeu comédia aqui é faca na caveira

Pá, pá, pá, pá solta a arma ladrão
Ponhe a mão na cabeça e deita logo no chão
Pá, pá, pá, pá eu não vou me render
Eu vim pra pista pra matar ou morrer

Tempo passando e eles foram crescendo
Um estudando e o outro se corrompendo
Sangue no olho o moleque era ligeiro
Aos 13 anos já virou fogueteiro

17 já andava de Hornet
Cordão de ouro, foto da mãe no pingente
Considerado, falcão do morro
E se achava muito inteligente

Do outro lado moleque é capitão
Tropa de elite pra subir la no morrão
Pra acabar com a boca da biqueira
Perdeu ladrão não é mais brincadeira

Pá, pá, pá, pá solta a arma ladrão
Ponhe a mão na cabeça e deita logo no chão
Pá, pá, pá, pá eu não vou me render
Eu vim pra vida pra matar ou morrer

Tempo passando e eles foram crescendo
Um estudando e o outro se corrompendo
Sangue no olho o moleque era ligeiro
Aos 13 anos já virou fogueteiro

17 já andava de Hornet
Cordão de ouro, foto da mãe no pingente
Considerado, falcão do morro
E se achava muito inteligente

Do outro lado moleque é capitão
Tropa de elite pra subir la no morrão morrão
Pra acabar com a boca da biqueira
Perdeu ladrão não é mais brincadeira

Pá, pá, pá, pá solta a arma ladrão
Ponhe a mão na cabeça e deita logo no chão
Pá, pá, pá, pá eu não vou me render
Eu vim pra vida pra matar ou morrer

Police and Thief

In the game of police and thief
Life imitated fiction
The kids who lived in the slum
And played among alleys and lanes

With their wooden guns in hand
Exchanged shots in their imagination
And one shouted to the other from the corner
Lost comedy, here it's knife to the skull

Bang, bang, bang, bang drop the gun, thief
Put your hands on your head and lie down on the ground
Bang, bang, bang, bang I won't surrender
I came to the track to kill or die

Time passed and they grew up
One studying and the other getting corrupted
Fire in the eyes, the kid was quick
At 13 he was already a rocket launcher

At 17 he was riding a Hornet
Gold chain, his mother's photo on the pendant
Respected, the falcon of the hill
And thought he was very smart

On the other side, the kid is a captain
Elite squad to climb up to the big hill
To end the corner's drug trade
Lost thief, it's no longer a game

Bang, bang, bang, bang drop the gun, thief
Put your hands on your head and lie down on the ground
Bang, bang, bang, bang I won't surrender
I came to life to kill or die

Time passed and they grew up
One studying and the other getting corrupted
Fire in the eyes, the kid was quick
At 13 he was already a rocket launcher

At 17 he was riding a Hornet
Gold chain, his mother's photo on the pendant
Respected, the falcon of the hill
And thought he was very smart

On the other side, the kid is a captain
Elite squad to climb up to the big hill
To end the corner's drug trade
Lost thief, it's no longer a game

Bang, bang, bang, bang drop the gun, thief
Put your hands on your head and lie down on the ground
Bang, bang, bang, bang I won't surrender
I came to life to kill or die

Escrita por: Glaissom Silva / Mc Muleke