Comandos Del M.p (500 Balazos)
500 balazos armas automaticas pecheras portaban
De cuernos las rafagas, los altos calibres
Tumbaban civiles también por igual
Antiblindage expansivas las balas 2 o 3 bazucas
Y lanzagranadas obregon sonora, deberas pensaba
Que andaba en Irak
Vestidos de negro y encapuchados muy bien
Entrenados pues fueron soldados la mafia les
Paga y ellos disparan no pueden fallar
Muchachos de arranque saben del peligro y están
Bien curtidos se hicieron altiro al que se atraviesa
Tumban la cabeza si es que bien le va
Y los del gobierno no quieren toparlos se escuchan
Disparos corren pa otro lado por los que le pagan no
Piensan por nada la vida arriesgar
Rugen los motores ya van los comandos la ciudad
Peinando y levantando negocio resuelto va todo
Satisfecho ay que festejar
Commands of the M.P. (500 Bullets)
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