El MZ
Me apodan el mz, otros me dicen padrino
Su nombre ya lo conocen
Hasta los recien nacidos
Lo buscan por todos lados
Y el hombre ni esta escondido
Los dolares lo protegen
Tambien sus cuernos de chivo
Si no se arregla a ala buena
Lo soluciona con tiros
El caro es que los respetan
Su amigo y enemigos
La ley quiere detenerlo
Los contras quieren matarlo
Pero nadie lo a logrado
Se les aparece el diablo
Y pasan pasan los años
El mz ordenando
Las ordenes son las mismas
Solo las claves cambiaron
De nada no se preocupen
Asi es tambien el mercado
Las broncas yo las arreglo
En menos que canta un gallo
La gente sigue operando
Y el m nomas ordena
Los viajes son escoltados
No ahi duda la mafia reyna
Por eso en los continentes
Hasta el tronco han hecho leña
Por ahi aterrizan jets
Por ahi yegan avionetas
Por ahi retumba la banda
Por ahi truenan metralletas
La fiesta sigue a lo grande
Son lujos del mz
The MZ
They call me the MZ, others call me godfather
His name is already known
Even newborns
Look for him everywhere
And the man is not even hiding
Dollars protect him
Also his chivo horns
If it's not fixed nicely
He solves it with shots
The expensive thing is that they respect him
His friends and enemies
The law wants to stop him
The enemies want to kill him
But no one has succeeded
The devil appears to them
And the years go by
The MZ giving orders
The orders are the same
Only the codes have changed
Don't worry about anything
That's also how the market is
I solve the problems
In less time than a rooster crows
People keep operating
And the M just orders
The trips are escorted
There's no doubt the mafia reigns
That's why on the continents
They've even made firewood out of the trunk
Jets land over there
Small planes arrive over there
The band echoes over there
Machine guns thunder over there
The party continues in grand style
These are the luxuries of the MZ
Escrita por: Mario Quintero Lara