De Norte a Sur

Hey!
Who else?
Who else?
(What's up, consul?)
[Tego, Maestro, and Voltio!]
"The Hunters"!
Two pigs in the trunk!

I go into action
Maestro, street flow is the dialect
You already know what the impression is
Every time I go out, I take away their excitement
(What's up, consul?) Voltio, we keep killing them
From north to south, east and west
Deal with this stench

They want to take me down, don't even bother
Goodbye, damn, man, what's wrong with this guy
I'm not going to let all these fools manifest
We're armed like in the old west
We control this, no matter what
I don't want any tricks, because we bring out the big guns
And we leave you speechless, I don't expire
I keep instilling fear like the boogeyman
With my gun, pigs, they crapped their pants

Hey...
(What's up, consul?)
We keep killing them
From north to south, east and west
Deal with this stench
(Want to shoot?)
You better not even bother

Hey...
(What's up, consul?)
We keep killing them
From north to south, east and west
Daddy, catch this stench
(Want to shoot?)
No matter what

Maestro and Voltio, with "The Hunters"
The drums keep sounding
Gentlemen, don't get scared
Don't cry later, talkers
When my crocodiles come out and tear you apart
I'm being nice to you, so don't talk
I'm giving you a chance, but I can be unbearable
Like taking your spirit with a saber
I'm guilty of shooting you with my lyrics

We keep control, no matter what
That's why the street is watching
There's no need to prove anything else
This is how it is, partner
Make way for those who control the business
Maestro and Julio Voltio, come on
Better put on the gloves
Your chance is up, crazy
This is just a little taste
So tough that even your snot comes out

Hey...
(What's up, consul?)
We keep killing them
From north to south, east and west
Deal with this stench
(Want to shoot?)
You better not even bother

Hey...
(What's up, consul?)
We keep killing them
From north to south, east and west
Daddy, catch this stench
(In control!)
No matter what

Listen, Maestro and voltage, in "The Hunters", you know
Tell them, a lot of talk without much respect
Like brothers, the crew giving each other a hand
White Lion, Jiguirri Records, we're staying anyway
(Oh, God!) We forgive you, but we don't forget
The abayardes, the chipping-hammers, we're here
Let yourself go, buddy, don't bark at me
I'll knock down the door if you don't open it
To hell with censorship, this is pure street
The cure turns out worse than the disease
We're the ones who fall flat, we're the bad guys in business
The tripleta, Yankee, the whole gang
Don't come at us with nonsense
Respect, respect, I'm going to hit you hard

Hey...
(What's up, consul?)
We keep killing them
From north to south, east and west
Deal with this stench
(Want to shoot?)
You better not even bother

Hey...
(What's up, consul?)
We keep killing them
From north to south, east and west
Daddy, catch this stench
(Want to shoot?)
No matter what

Maestro and Voltio, with "The Hunters"
The drums keep sounding
Gentlemen, don't get scared
Don't cry later
When my crocodiles come out and tear you apart

Hey
Who else
Who else
What's up, consul
Tego, Maestro, and Voltio
The Hunters
Hey
I don't believe in smurfs
Or slackers
No one has blue blood
With The Hunters
Jiguirri Records
Maestro, with the voltage
Who are they, who are they
Getting deep into the banditry
You know
You know
With The Hunters
How it is
How it is
The Nailers
No, no, that's not it
How is it
Tell me, Maestro, bastard
How is it
I forgot