Escolta Personal

I shoot up, always alert
With a gun and a disc horn
Magazines in the chest
Ready for any noise
At the orders of the bosses
Of the lord and his son

It's the personal escort
Of the Zambada descendants
Vultures, take flight
The plaza is guarded
And if we have to clash
Listen to this call

The falcon tightens its grip
Even if it senses danger
Sailing under two flags
Death will be the destiny
They settle scores
With those who act too smart

Forewarned is forearmed
Don't feel offended
If the waters are rough
Why jump into the river?
The eve brings no death
As confirmed by the ballad

We are forging destinies
Without fear of making mistakes
The one who dies is not alive
And the one who lives is enjoying
Among companions and friends
We risk our lives

We don't absolve sins
Be very aware of that
If the boss gives us the order
We carry it out hot
We are part of the cartel
Of my Sinaloan cartel

There's no way to know it
The day, much less the hour
There's no bargaining with death
Even if she's a beautiful lady
We'll continue the same
For today, tomorrow, and now