Comandante R1
Por valiente lo asendieron
Rango muy bien meresido
Donde llega impone miedo
Ni a los perros deja vivo
Comandante r1 jefe del operativo
Un ejercito a su mando
Lo acompaña a todos lados
Sus terrenos patrullando
En puros carros blindados
Cartel del golfo limpiando
Nueva era comenzando
Le facina su trabajo
Se emosiona hechando bala
Tiene pacto con el diablo
Su estrategia nunca falla
Ni los contras ni el gobierno
Han podido con sus armas
Tiene cayos en los dedos
De jalar tanto el gatillo
Es un hombre verdadero
Nunca agrede sin motivos
El honor esta primero
Muy derecho siempre a sido
Hombres como el r1
Que poquitos han nasido
"y de parte del r1
Saludos al jefe grande al m3
Y a toda su gente guerrillera compa"
R1 al ataque 15 trocas por delante
Puro soldado del cartel
Entrenados en combate
Armamento anti-blindaje
Vuelan cuerpos por el aire
No tolera las traiciones
Eso lo pone de malas
Para cabras los cabrones
El que se lase la paga
No discute las razones
Su cuerno lanza granadas
Tiene muchos enemigos
Es formal en sus negocios
Pero tambien tiene amigos
Y por cierto poderosos
Son como hermanos de rigo
Los grandes jefes del golfo
R1 no amenaza ya se los a demostrado
Sea ganado la confianza
Dando buenos resultados
Armas cortas y armas largas
Truenan por todo el estado
El cartel del golfo abanza
R1 reportando
Commander R1
For brave they promoted him
Rank very well deserved
Where he arrives he imposes fear
He doesn't even leave dogs alive
Commander R1, chief of the operation
An army at his command
Accompanies him everywhere
Patrolling his territories
In pure armored cars
Cleaning up the Gulf Cartel
A new era beginning
He loves his job
He gets excited shooting
He has a pact with the devil
His strategy never fails
Neither the enemies nor the government
Have been able to defeat his weapons
He has calluses on his fingers
From pulling the trigger so much
He is a true man
He never attacks without reason
Honor comes first
He has always been very upright
Men like R1
Very few have been born
"And on behalf of R1
Greetings to the big boss, M3
And all his guerrilla people, buddy"
R1 attacking, 15 trucks ahead
Pure soldier of the cartel
Trained in combat
Anti-armor weaponry
Bodies flying through the air
He doesn't tolerate betrayals
That puts him in a bad mood
For goats, the bastards
He who does wrong pays for it
He doesn't argue the reasons
His horn launches grenades
He has many enemies
He is formal in his business
But he also has friends
And indeed powerful ones
They are like brothers in rule
The big bosses of the Gulf
R1 doesn't threaten, he has already shown them
He has gained trust
By delivering good results
Short and long weapons
Echo throughout the state
The Gulf Cartel advances
R1 reporting