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I walk hard and muddy sometimes
Earth or a piedegral
Lately in my mountains
I go down to the city a little bit
I am and I will be the great one
From a Sinaloa poster
br/>My photos in various newspapers
They look for me, they love me, they will always look for me
And if they bullfight the bull
Wait for their goring
"What they do is an abuse"
What they do is an abuse
If you must, they make me want to
Maybe it will be my courage
They know how water runs
And to those who were wrong
This place is going to weigh on them
Hat, horses, women, rifles
Money, equipment and also armor
Radars, whistles, courage and grenades
Efficient to take care of themselves
360 my revolver
Everywhere is watched
Particular details
They remember them
They were from that same side
They jumped to another area
I think more than 30 years
And I am in the mafia now
I keep going through everything
There is nothing that was in history
Sinaloa, Culiacán, capital and its ranches
Government, enemies, cowards, godmothers
There is the information about who we are talking about
They will forever be marked in the mafia
I am from Sinaloa wanted by everyone
MZ, M GRANDE , THE GODFATHER OR MAYO ZAMBADA!