Brigantes Lyrics English Translation by Prok
Hey, Luca, play some 2Pac
With the .9, with the gun, they suck it up
They don’t move, and their gang sucks (Fuck)
With the wound on their mom, they mock (Haha)
We’re in the midst of beef, it concerns me (Yes)
Those snitches with binoculars and a magnifying glass
I’ve seen the mole coming for coke
They saw him from the squatter’s side (Yes)
Stay alert, keep your eyes on the back of your neck
They’re searching the neighborhood for Shizuka (Ah, ah, ah)
Those guys’ wigs are showing
Life is a puzzle, straighten it out, even if you don’t have the piece
Smile if sadness freezes you (Ah)
Because if you think too much that it’s only about getting rewards
And your life is going to get more tense
Sell drugs on the table (Ah), because money is also weighed
And at least something compensates you
And if the surprise comes, pray to God (Grr)
Not to come back too arrogant
Hey, my Pedro, my King, how are the boats at the docks?
In that water, there are no rules; the players are playing
When I seal this flow, I send it to the streets (Eh)
It’s better that they improve, it’s better that they shut up
The kings have arrived; I don’t need details
The packages are being sent; I hope no one fails
If not, run them over and let their car explode
In this, I am Popeye; don’t come with nonsense
When I bottle up this flow, I send it to the streets
Let’s make them crash even the witches of Salem
Let that light shine because so far, it’s working for me
I’m going to pull from the docks and give my henchmen some rest, word
The seals come from the beach, and in the street, don’t throw in the towel
And I’ve lived with junkies on the edge
That’s why we don’t rehearse here; one opportunity, and if you fail
The Great Power will rattle you with bursts (Grr; ah)
I know what it’s like to cut a package and run from the cops with handcuffs
We wear blue, they don’t catch us because we’re drifting
At 220 in the twenty-tooth comb, we’re behind the wheel (Eh)
I represent the flag of the delinquents
Boy, and the transplants, packaging bags differently
A house in the bank without anyone making a scene
Crazy with lunatics, if they come together, money instantly
Bills in the mind, shout-out to my nigga’, all my Green Lanterns
Tell me, Carlito Brigante when you have me in front of you (Damn)
I only bring out diamonds, put on the mask, the gloves
Let’s rob like before, mine in the driver’s seat (Grr)
Don’t come singing already in the neighborhood of traffickers
I’m talking about being on point, always having just enough (Hey)
We have to close that matter; let’s give them a scare
I have my balls very hard, look at my street feet (Ah)
I only hang out with real ones, with arms made of steel (Rrr; for real)
Look, ‘he’s depressive’, full of coke and pills (Ah)
Glasses are decisive in case the gangs clash (Fuck)
Their kids are [?] only have nightmares
Sometimes I’m aggressive, looking fixed at that— (Fuck)
His mom has been left alone because the kids don’t come back
They were taken by the waves; everything is solved in the street (Ah, ah)
Sometimes they come with guns, at home, they wrap it in a filter (Ah)
They’re counting those balls, fuck
If we sing in the club, put away the guns
Why do I need security if they defend themselves?
I live the real, not for a bribe (Ah)
If you touch me with a bullet, your head will fly
On top of the stage, set at the concert
I sing the truth, see me dead if I lie about anything
In the street, we’re looking for the gangsters’ percentage
And on Spotify, laundering the five-hundred bills (Oh)
Stay alert, there’s a snitch
Proky, don’t lower it, life is just a moment (Oh)
Play along the line, we’re not kids anymore
And the bars we throw cost like a device
Four to five points are coming (Oh)
Let’s pack when we have them together
Erasing from the wish list all the ones I point out
I do this for my kids, the old lady, and all my deceased