Metro

By good means he's a saint
By bad means he's the devil
I don't want to say his name
Because he's high-ranking people
But you know him
You know very well who I'm talking about

Known as the subway
Respected as always
A command accompanies him
He brings pure Yankees to the front
With bazookas and machine guns
At Lepe's orders

He had nothing as a kid
Today he has everything as an adult
He thanks his buddies
For not leaving him alone
Today the subway is a big shot
Because of his bull's balls
His passion is the artists
And his plaza is Matamoros

He forgives mistakes
But never betrayals
Don't mess with the subway
Be careful, snitches
He loves to shoot bullets
Especially when there are reasons

When he was in government
He used to choke the powerful
He made them his friends
Until he got into business
He was looking for that profession
He says he was born a mobster

From Colombia to Tamaulipas
Through the Gulf, a short route
Several tons arrive
And a command exports them
To the small border
He reports to the subway
He shouts long live the mafia
And the beautiful women

Here we are at 100, buddy