El Chikitin V3

I was raised on the border
I started from the bottom
Then they made me a hitman, The Little One
The Makabelico Lyric

I was raised on the border
I started from the bottom
Then they made me a hitman
And sent me out
I don’t let the flag drop
I learned from the best
If it hurts, I still take my shot
We keep bringing the fight
I’m still controlling the land
I started hustling at 9, selling dope
I was out there in school, making sales
I met the guys at the spot, they sold me in bulk
I’d distribute it, one by one
And that’s how I got into this mafia game
Little by little I grew until I found my way
I didn’t know what was up when things got rough
Let me tell you, I was giving it away
But I was making cash, and that motivated me
It was a whole different game when I hit high school
Everything I wanted, I bought it quick
Didn’t matter the price, I’d pay whatever
Then I got into the spot, started dealing
I’m talking about those days with the big players
When it all kicked off, when the heat was on
When the commander was patrolling the town
Once I knew the lay of the land, I joined the operation
I thank my little God for keeping me alive
They sent me to war to bulk up my gear
And at 16, I bought my San Judas rosary
My battle began, they gave me training
There in Zacatecas, it was just the start
They taught me a little, but I learned a lot
Now I have my crew, I’m a commander
I was raised on the border
I started from the bottom
Then they made me a hitman
And sent me out
I don’t let the flag drop
I learned from the best
If it hurts, I still take my shot
We keep bringing the fight
I’m still controlling the land

Now I have my patrol, and we’re always alert
My damn battle squad, ask the crew
We’re armed to the teeth with a ton of firepower
The ballads of the ZETAS, the ones Beto sang
My personal piece, I carry in my vest
But since I have several, I hang them on the mirror
I fitted my little goat horn with a sight
And on my thigh, I carry a damn piece
On my left thigh, a holster with grenades
A ton of rounds ready to fire
And sometimes I wear gloves, also a balaclava
Military caps with the mark of the game
I roam the landscapes from Victoria to Tampico
Also in San Fernando, I’m never pinned down
Because I control you from a horn to a missile
Ask the crew, Commander Chikitin
Here’s my driver, known as Pelón
And my guy Matamoros, always on point
They never let me down, especially Mamukles
He’s packing a .50 for anyone who crosses
Nuevo Laredo, Tamaulipas, that’s where all my guys are
One from the operation known as Braquets
Also Paco Gallegos, who’s got the east on lock
And those who’ve fallen, I keep them in my mind
We’re always on call, just making the rounds
My cartel is respected, pure Coca Delta Nectar
I’m no better than anyone, kids, don’t get it twisted
I’d give my life for my Northeast Cartel
I was raised on the border
I started from the bottom
Then they made me a hitman
And sent me out
I don’t let the flag drop
I learned from the best
If it hurts, I still take my shot
We keep bringing the fight
I’m still controlling the land