| I thought about leaving the business
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| For personal reasons
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| It wasn't because of the dangerous
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| no one has ever scared me
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| I tell you and everyone
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| Guachitos and federal
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| My sergeant how have you been
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| Here nomas of visit
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| That soldier answered me
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| I gave him a smile
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| It scares him to walk unarmed
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| And look at us closely
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| He told me he mockingly
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| To have not that very macho
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| Don't tell me you're not scared
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| Not bringing your whole team
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| Or perhaps he no longer says hello
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| If you don't have a disco horn
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| Since I stretched out his arm
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| A greeting is not denied
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| That's how it was and with the other hand
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| Boot from your chest
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| a hand grenade
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| And I removed the wishbone
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| Hold on tight my friend
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| You will know if the loose
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| I'm going to tell you one thing
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| I don't rank, it doesn't reach me
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| No equipment or no gun
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| He respects the MP
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| I asked him again
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| As he told me that he was
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| Don't tremble too much sergeant
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| I'm not going to do anything to him
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| I do not occupy my armament
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| To be able to do it claws
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| So put your guns down
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| And don't target me again
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| Better look at your back
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| So that they see what I am seeing
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| They are like 30 armored
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| With bazookas and anti-aircraft
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| I put the wishbone back
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| And the grenade where it was
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| I hung it on his chest
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| In front of all eyes
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| I told them they respect me
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| And I ran them away
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| Then I faje my squad
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| my wheelie squad
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| Chest and grenade launcher
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| I put on all the equipment
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| In one ready plebada
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| And I got a disco horn
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| For today I'm still in Culiacán
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| Now God bless you
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| I already wanted to calm down
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| As you can see, nobody humiliates me
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| Now they will hold me
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| I am male here and in China |