La Muñeca

We lost a little brother of the letter who never let go of his gun, but that's how it is, today I can see you but tomorrow I won't remember you
In good times and bad, because of some bullets your body doesn't breathe and I can't do anything

An operational report is heard, 302 support in confrontation, report to the top
I hear with his Gabacha and the doll answers, I'm ready for support, I'm going for the 9-2, from the east well armed with his people, the guns were visible, they were armed to the teeth, the people who knew him know he didn't back down, if you don't believe it, check the video, he was the first to get out of the Cheyenne, if I remember correctly it was cherry red, the guys got out arguing about the tags, but he defended his territory with respect and honor, he gave his life for his people and for the lord's territory, you supported them, you always answered the device, the gunshots were heard well in the afternoon, the doll was then shot down, rest in peace you and the people who were with you

We lost a little brother of the letter who never let go of his gun, but that's how it is, today I can see you but tomorrow I won't remember you
In good times and bad, because of some bullets your body doesn't breathe and I can't do anything

In 2014 on August 22nd my little brother who is no longer with us left, but we will say goodbye to you with bottles of Buchanan's, in memory of your name and your friend the snack, when my turn comes I want to go with you to tell you that your gun and your shots took out several cops and the people who supported you took your memory with them
(And there are witnesses who say you never let go of your horn)
We miss seeing you buzzing in the patrol car, the most notorious troop because it was yours with the songs of the vale and those of Beto Quintanilla, your friends and the whole company remember you from above I know you will take care of those below, the hitmen who proudly honor their work, those who were with you in good times and bad
(I know you will be with them dodging bullets)

We lost a little brother of the letter who never let go of his gun, but that's how it is, today I can see you but tomorrow I won't remember you
In good times and bad, because of some bullets your body doesn't breathe and I can't do anything