Bro, light up another joint
If we don't make it through that
With the rifle slung tight
And waiting here for the law
that wants to take me down
There's a lot of war in the streets
And ten trucks follow behind
wants to dirty our lands
They say they're part of
Ready for whatever comes
With Alfredo and with Iván
Here my turf is Culiacán
They know it's a hot zone
Everything can be seen in that environment
I've got my people on alert
3 letters are what you see
And even in New York they know
that Chapo is still active
Frog skins rain down
You don't see fear in them
They're out there betting their luck
On the radios they say that
We gotta jump in, buddy
They say they're part of
Ready for whatever comes
With Alfredo and with Iván
Here my turf is Culiacán