El Cris
Sabian q era muy valiente
Y dificil aprenderlo
Le calleron a su casa
Varia gente del gobierno
Pero el cris no rajo leña
Y los recibio con cuernos
Se agarraron a balazos
Policias y traficantes
Caian hombres mal heridos
Y otros muertos al instante
Hasta q lo detuvieron
Porque se le acabo el parque
Lo llevaron prisionero
Pero no acabo el problema
Porque su hermano anda suelto
Y operando en la frontera
Su cartel sigue adelante
Aun que la ley no lo quiera
Saludos para el compa lepe
Y el compa rp de culiacan sinaloa
Policias y federeles
La traicion tiene su precio
No cumplieron su palabra
Y eso es falta de respeto
Asi es que no se sorprendan
Si ollen cacarear los cuernos
Somos gente sinaloense
Ya conocen nuestro estilo
Se pasaron de la raya
Y al cartel han ofendido
Por eso es q andan calientes
Varios cuernitos de chivo
Aunque el jefe no este en casa
Su palabra se respeta
Son las reglas de la plaza
Grabenselo en la cabeza
Con la mafia no se juega
Y menos con el tres letras
Aqui estamos al 100 compa
The Cris
They knew he was very brave
And hard to learn
They came to his house
Several government people
But Cris didn't back down
And he received them with horns
They started shooting
Police and traffickers
Men fell badly wounded
And others dead instantly
Until they arrested him
Because he ran out of ammo
They took him prisoner
But the problem didn't end
Because his brother is loose
And operating on the border
His cartel continues forward
Even if the law doesn't want it
Greetings to compa Lepe
And compa RP from Culiacan Sinaloa
Police and feds
Betrayal has its price
They didn't keep their word
And that's disrespectful
So don't be surprised
If you hear the horns crowing
We are Sinaloan people
They already know our style
They crossed the line
And offended the cartel
That's why they're hot
Several little goat horns
Even if the boss isn't home
His word is respected
Those are the rules of the plaza
Carve it into your head
You don't mess with the mafia
And even less with the three letters
We're here 100 percent, compa
Escrita por: Mario Quintero Lara