Lyrics of La Tatema - Calibre 50

La Tatema (original)

Me disparó la envidia
Y no supe de que parte
Larga estaba la fila
Ni como adivinarle
Todo me sonreía
¿De quien iba a cuidarme?
Mi poder no cabía
Y se les puso quitarme
La libró de milagro
Decía el de la Cruz Roja
Para bajarme el susto
Forjé un cigarro de hoja
Hay les debo la caja
Y el café con galletas
Y hay van pa' atrás las balas
Nomas que estas si pegan
Cuando es corta le mecha
El que la prende que quema
Que me dejaran vivo
Ahorita es su problema
No corran, no se escondan
Que ahí viene La Tatema
Si se les cebo el cuete
Los que traigo si truenan…
(Y puro Calibre 50 pariente)
Les dolió cuando dije
Que no los ocupaba
Yo no ocupo de bules
Y menos en mis aguas
El zapato que aprieta
A la larga te hace llagas
Ya se por donde vienen
Nomás no digo nada
Por algo salí vivo
Por algo estoy parado
Y es que al final de cuentas
Yo nunca he sido malo
Nomás te miran viada
Y quieren subirse al carro
Vieron como hay corrientes
De amigos disfrazados
Cuando es corta le mecha
El que la prende que quema
Que me dejaran vivo
Ahorita es su problema
No corran, no se escondan
Que ahí viene La Tatema
Si se les cebo el cuete
Los que traigo si truenan

(translation)

I was shot by envy
And I didn't know from which part
Long was the queue
nor how to guess
everything smiled at me
Who was going to take care of me?
my power did not fit
And she put them away
He miraculously delivered her
Said the Red Cross
to get off the scare
I forged a leaf cigar
There I owe them the box
And the coffee with cookies
And there are bullets going back
Nomas that you are if they hit
When the fuse is short
The one who turns it on that burns
let me live
Right now it's your problem
Don't run, don't hide
Here comes La Tatema
If the cuete was baited
The ones I bring if they thunder...
(And pure Caliber 50 relative)
It hurt them when I said
that did not occupy them
I do not deal with bules
And less in my waters
The shoe that squeezes
In the long run it makes you sore
I already know where they come from
I just don't say anything
I got out alive for a reason
I'm standing for something
And it is that at the end of the day
I have never been bad
They just look at you
And they want to jump on the bandwagon
They saw how there are currents
of friends in disguise
When the fuse is short
The one who turns it on that burns
let me live
Right now it's your problem
Don't run, don't hide
Here comes La Tatema
If the cuete was baited
The ones I bring if they thunder