El MZ

They call me the MZ, others call me godfather
His name is already known
Even newborns
Look for him everywhere
And the man is not even hiding

Dollars protect him
Also his chivo horns
If it's not fixed nicely
He solves it with shots
The expensive thing is that they respect him
His friends and enemies

The law wants to stop him
The enemies want to kill him
But no one has succeeded
The devil appears to them
And the years go by
The MZ giving orders

The orders are the same
Only the codes have changed
Don't worry about anything
That's also how the market is
I solve the problems
In less time than a rooster crows

People keep operating
And the M just orders
The trips are escorted
There's no doubt the mafia reigns
That's why on the continents
They've even made firewood out of the trunk

Jets land over there
Small planes arrive over there
The band echoes over there
Machine guns thunder over there
The party continues in grand style
These are the luxuries of the MZ