Soy Hombre Soy Pistolero

A ballad's made for a man who's tough and never shows his weakness
Especially when he's loyal to the one who made him strong and knows his worth
That's why I have my friends and I'm grateful to the bosses
And for those who owe, let them get what's coming for being bullies

I'm a man of my word and I stand up for my boss
Here we do things right, no room for cowards, gotta be bold
7x62, the ammo for the rifle that I burn
From the rented horse, the century-old piece, a real cannon

I learned to hunt in the wild with the sights of a .22
Now my squad's a super and back then it was a .32
Now I don't hunt in the wild, I carry a Kalashnikov in my chest
With the cartridge cut and well-used with the old man

And here we stand strong
And this is Level C
And your buddy El Fantasma, old school
Pure Afinarte Music so they can go and say

Fear's thrown out the window, always face to face with a big gun
I'm a man, I'm a gunman, and I take pride standing by the cannon
Now I'm the boss of the crew, packing a heavy and a fifty
And an RPG for backup in case we need to make a move

Actions make a man and here respect is earned
You're gonna get a promotion, I come from the boss's side
Here's a little something for you, it's a hundred grand and a Cheyenne
Also, forty bags of white powder for the big score

A ballad's made for a man who's tough and never shows his weakness
Especially when he's loyal to the one who made him strong and knows his worth
That's why I have my friends and I'm grateful to the bosses
And for those who owe, let them get what's coming for being bullies