A La Orden (part. Yahir Saldivar)

Here I bring my radio and my big gun
Always ready for action
I guard the plaza with my fifty
Always at your service with the boss

Here I bring bullets for the traitor
Here in the morning I am the terror
I am grateful to the Lord
I am the devil here in my work

The bad weed never dies
Everyone in black here doesn't get lost
I know envy doesn't want me
A candle for Malverde

No man's land, cursed land
Saint Judas protects me
And from this position no one takes me away
I cross myself with my little virgin

And why not, and why not

My beloved Matamoros land
In this hustle there is no way out
Always at your service whatever the boss asks
My skinny girl who always takes care of me

I leave no trace and no witness
Since I was a kid I like danger
What I want I always get
I screw my enemies

Camouflaged I look like a tough guy
I bring all the guys well charged
I always face never bow down
Everyone armed having a party at the ranch

I always carry my gun strapped
I know the greens are looking for me around
I bring fifty and also a bazooka
When we fight they never knock us down

We are the Holy ones, bro
And why not, and why not