Comandos Del M.p (500 Balazos)

500 bullets, automatic weapons they carried
With the sound of gunfire, the high calibers
Took down civilians just the same

Armor-piercing, explosive rounds, 2 or 3 bazookas
And grenade launchers, Obregon, Sonora, I really thought
I was in Iraq

Dressed in black and well-masked
Trained, they were soldiers, the mafia pays them
And they shoot, they can't miss

These guys know the danger and they're
Well-seasoned, they take out anyone who gets in the way
They take off heads if things go their way

And the government doesn't want to mess with them, you hear
Gunshots, they run the other way for those who pay them
They won't risk their lives for anything

Engines roar, the commands are sweeping the city
Taking care of business, everything's set
Satisfied, oh, time to celebrate