Claves Y Comandantes

If you wanted action, the soldiers are here
The shout went up, let’s go, guys
The crew splits into several teams
And the top spot belongs to the big boss
5,5,5,5,5 keeps a promise to the big man
Here it’s just 5-7 or 5 at the ready, my crew says the commander

This calling is measured by rank
Respect and honor to those who’ve earned it
The 1 and the 2 are the top dogs
The 3 is a clever and wise guy
M1 waving or the 14, are backup codes that always respond
Here’s another signal and his name, that knife guy is Don Manuel Torres

I raised a squad many years ago
Major soldier, the great veteran
I formed a platoon of pure warriors
Out in Culiacán, the tough guy rules
11,11,11,11,11 is the one, the tough guy, the pair of aces
11,11,11,11,11 are codes from the father of the commanders

The sorrow still lingers for those who’ve fallen
Chuve, Pedron, Frankie, and Francisco
Their mourning and honor they carry inside
The virus again dresses in black
4,4,4,4,4 your people and your crew are still in charge
You were always the best, ahead, 4 from the Anthrax, goodbye Pancho Arce

Men of courage, capable and loyal
Similar to those who carry the big cartels
They know how to dodge bullets and death
They know how to back up the bosses
Soon the detained will return, among them Javier Torres from the little box
One day that operative will come back, because here the one who leads and commands is the kid

All in convoys circulate the area
If you wanted action, here come the flying ones
The Anthrax are active, all set
Manuel backs up, Gonzalo supports
Chino, gear up with the best crew, my team is ready, says the commander
5,5,5,5,5 we’re all in and going on the attack