CDN (part. Neton Vega)

Pure badass on the scene
At the door, they bear the mark
Three letters spell the brand
At the border, the gang's making noise

From the metal, the grim reaper
To the rivals, causing trouble
We don’t bother the town
They know, they don’t like the rats

If they see us moving
I’m pulling strings, it’s no joke
Twenty years in the game
If they get offended, they get violent

And let the leather crack
Let the good ones follow me
It’s heard through the media
No fear here in Nuevo Laredo

We are the Néctar Lima, sir
Always spreading terror
When it heats up, the show ignites
Suddenly, the convoy drops in

Pure northeast throwing flow
In the monsters, drum horns
Through hell, rolling hard
They’re all in with the homie

Just like that, buddy Luis R
Bangs, son of a bitch, buddy Neton
Uh!

From three blocks, the caravan
Don’t let anything in or out
What do the gringos say?
All the news is reported

Just in case, the grenades
We don’t mess around with bullshit
The flag flies high
Pure Néctar, you know there’s no fail

It’s true, this ain’t a lie
Here, there’s never fear of a fight
From Monterrey down to Linares
The private ones

The R’s in the old outfit
The narco banners are excessive
Now with satellites
They also carry the tomb signals

We are the Néctar Lima, sir
Always spreading terror
When it heats up, the show ignites
Suddenly, the convoy drops in

Pure northeast throwing flow
In the monsters, drum horns
Through hell, rolling hard
They’re all in with the homie.