El Hijo Del Animal
Empecherado y camuflajeado,
Siempre buscando ser el primero,
Cumpliendo orden y tambien matandoo,
Para metersee en otrosz terrenos,
Le vale madre lo que le pasee,
Asi es la vida del pistoleroo.
Me la eeh rifado soi michoacano,
Y en sinaloa iaa fui adoptaado,
Por el chapitoo y el señor mayo,
Al 100porciento ando trabajando,
Talvez por mi forma de matar,
El animal me aan apodado.
Como una fiera tengo el instinto,
Siempre ventiando al enemigo,
Me muevo lento y sin aser ruido,
Nunca la pienso soi decidido,
Por ahi kisieron asesinarme,
Tengo mis mañas nose les hizo.
Soy de la mafia no se los niego,
Me da respeto y mucho dinero,
No me arrepiente lo que ando asiendo,
Cada persona tiene su puesto,
Si es un doctor deve operar,
Mi profesion es traficar.
Aia en el sur tengo a mi jente,
Y en sinaloa estan los jefes,
Cruzando el cerco se aiian los clientes,
Son los que pagan con puros verdes,
Y no ahi negocio mas productivo,
Como el comercio de lo prohibido.
Aia en cancun me detuvieron,
Por descargar al aire mi cuerno,
Como 10 meses estuve presoo,
Yo y mi compadre fuimos los buenos,
Como un rey en la prisio0n,
Se consedia su peticion.
Io me acelero si le an buscado,
Y no la pienso pa disparar,
Cuando me buscan me han encontrado,
En sinaloa o en michoacan,
Yo estoy bien pilas con el cartel,
Io soi manuel el animal
The Son of the Animal
Undercover and camouflaged,
Always seeking to be the first,
Following orders and also killing,
To get into other territories,
He doesn't give a damn about what happens to him,
That's the life of the gunman.
I've risked it all, I'm from Michoacan,
And in Sinaloa I was already adopted,
By Chapito and Mr. Mayo,
I'm working at 100 percent,
Maybe because of my way of killing,
They've nicknamed me the animal.
Like a beast, I have the instinct,
Always hunting down the enemy,
I move slowly and silently,
I never hesitate, I'm determined,
They tried to kill me,
But my tricks saved me.
I'm from the mafia, I won't deny it,
It earns me respect and a lot of money,
I don't regret what I'm doing,
Everyone has their role,
If it's a doctor, they should operate,
My profession is trafficking.
Down south I have my people,
And in Sinaloa are the bosses,
Crossing the border are the clients,
They pay with pure green,
And there's no more profitable business,
Like the trade of the forbidden.
In Cancun, they arrested me,
For firing my horn in the air,
I was in prison for about 10 months,
My buddy and I were the good ones,
Like a king in prison,
Their requests were granted.
I get agitated if they're looking for me,
And I don't hesitate to shoot,
When they look for me, they find me,
In Sinaloa or in Michoacan,
I'm well connected with the cartel,
I'm Manuel, the animal.