When I turn it on it's bad
There is always a good guy and a scoundrel
One of them gets fucked
And if on the phone you make a three with a double one in front
The patrol car arrives and there is no one left
And if on the phone you make a three with a double one in front
The patrol car arrives and there is no one left
Agent this is Milan as we live it
We sing 'La Madunina' but in Sicilian
We have smoke, exta, stuff, trip, mota, keta, falopa
MDM, rum and coke until your heart explodes
Face the glass and if you talk to me I won't answer
And I hide my hands behind
I don't have to worry about the cops like Pietro
There's a meter between me and your cannon
And if I take it I'll make a hole so big I'll scream
And you can hear the echo
It is the uniform that ennobles only those without titles
I am the king of the alleys
With the irons inside the alleys
I another law, that of the flock and the barrio
It's the block that holds me up
There are a couple of rules
One, I keep in mind that they have steel
Three, I don't talk to the commissioner
Four, if the siren sounds I disappear
In the report Justice was killed
Fuck it, to me you're just a fool in a uniform
When I turn it on it's bad
There is always a good guy and a scoundrel
One of them gets fucked
And if on the phone you make a three with a double one in front
The patrol car arrives and there is no one left
And if on the phone you make a three with a double one in front
The patrol car arrives and there is no one left
I have to understand why there is one day less until death
Either you open heaven to me or I break these doors
The stomach is strong, eighty percent of banknotes are dirty
In the back seat I think about ways to make money
I aspire carcinogen, I enjoy the sleep of fools
And if you are Italian, Arab, Afro
Feel when I rhyme you get into the beat
I create to reach the creator
He kicks me out of creation by emptying a magazine
Born on the day of the Lord
From the asphalt above one meter
I'll pause you and send you back
And if I'm worth zero to you
United we are big numbers
They spin Russian roulette
Cosimo runs full in his pocket
The full moon, they arrive and there is no one there
When I turn it on it's bad
There is always a good guy and a scoundrel
One of them gets fucked
And if on the phone you make a three with a double one in front
The patrol car arrives and there is no one left
And if on the phone you make a three with a double one in front
The patrol car arrives and there is no one left
Yes, life begins the same way as vice then
I will have to pay them all on judgment day
The proof that I am in the world is that I exist
If the agent has the iron, we have nothing
And if he shoots for a predator's salary
He wants to teach me to speak
But he didn't even go to middle school
And he hates me, because at the end of the month he counts decas
While he burns his salary in a night at the disco
Mega, pass that official material to me
I don't want the officer snooping on my stuff
And they pump KG, they give high fives
Guè is here, trace circles with his mind, chill, he's calm
He has the world in his palm
Alarm when I arrive with the D-O-G-O
I shake the block, the club is a fucking squat
When I turn it on it's bad
There is always a good guy and a scoundrel
One of them gets fucked
And if on the phone you make a three with a double one in front
The patrol car arrives and there is no one left
And if on the phone you make a three with a double one in front
The patrol car arrives and there is no one left