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Continuous complex and hunger to kill,
I just follow the boss's order,
I work as a gunman to take care of my back,
And no matter what, we're going to knock them down.
When the boss makes parties we are attentive,
So we see a strange movement,
We serge the open perimeter area,
With R-s bazookas grenades and horns.
Camouflaged suits and steel on the chest,
Soldier boots and good equipment,
The trokas are armored and armed,
With park boxes to defend ourselves.
Against organized crime,
There the government attacks them,
When they confront us, they don't finish it,
With all the straws that we leave scattered.
Caravans of 15 to 20 armored vehicles,
Here in the city on the mountain they roll up their sleeves,
They guard the merchandise to be delivered,
Very trout and ready in case they attack us.
They are getting ready to fight the burning,
They are located to carry out the task,
The letter reaffirms their signature so much,
With bullets with blood, heads look at each other.