And we're here in Culiacán, Sinaloa
And we're going to present a track, this one is called Remembering Manuel
From the compositions of yours truly
Now accompanied by my buddy Gerardo Ortiz, my buddy Lenin Ramírez
Your buddy Jesús Chairez and this says like this
And it's been a while that
He's not with us, he's missed and I'm talking about Manuel
Through the Plains and the Flame
When everyone was patrolling
Around thirty pickups were coming, forming the caravans
Norinco vests and the short guns to cut down quick
He wasn't always bad, he was a country man, that's how he was
And the demon got into him
That day that the Four died marked the old man and changed everything
For being reckless, his own rivals gave him that nickname
A washed bundle and with his AK always beside him
With El Picho coordinating
The spots kept getting passed
Fifty R1s on the loyal line, ready to throw f*cking rounds
And in Culiacán, Mele and his crew lifting and executing
Straight ahead buddy Lenin Ramírez
And Gerardo Ortiz, big man
On Route 15 to the eatery Manuel moved
By the fig tree and by the palm
Riding El Espejo through the Plains, dancing it with the band
Livestock fair champion, with Javier making an entrance
When back at the ranch he tangled with marines too
How nicely they pinned them
They knocked a big shot off them
Bullets flew, they burned cars and he got out safe
And once a gunman flipped and he's not here to tell it
And even though he's gone
And the last name weighs, Torres mentioned in the cartel
The one with the backhoe on the grips
And the 14 that he carried
And one with Tachillo's face in the photo stamped
And greetings to 6, to 24, to M2 and to the youngsters
And to all the crowd from Culiacán