My commemorative 45
Strapped to my belt
Five magazines
Equipped for danger

The grips are white, supposedly
For good luck
Thank God
They protect me from death

I wear a hat
Because I'm still a rancher
Tucked-in shirt
Indicates a man of respect

I'm in the mafia
Responsible and very talented
Hand for the friend
Bullet for the enemy

I don't say my name
And only my code I'll tell you now
I'm Chayón
Brother of Güero Quinto

Here in Guadalajara
If not, I reside in Culiacán, Sinaloa
We are new people
Gunmen of Chapito

Mexican government
Killed my brother in 2005
Will he be a ghost
Or because he is still alive

And be careful
Those traitors
Who left the team
I remain firm with Iván and Alfredito

I say goodbye to all my people
I'll see you later
With the shot up
Carrying my 45

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