Bandolier of straight rounds, the mark's on the door
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Three letters are the company, on the border the band guys thunder
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With armored steel the grim reaper, giving the rivals a hard time
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We don't bother the town, you know, they don't like rats
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If they're seen moving, I move many, that's no tale
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Twenty years in gigs, if they get offended they turn violent
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We gotta make the drums crack, let the good ones follow me
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It's heard in the media, zero fear here in Nuevo Laredo
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We're the Néctar Lima, sir, we always head out sowing terror
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When it's hot the show ignites, suddenly the convoy drops on them
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Pure honor to be spitting flow with our drum-mag horns
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Cruising through hell, they're at a hundred with the big homie
Just like that, buddy Luis R
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Bangs, son of a b*tch, buddy Neton
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Three blocks long the caravan, let nothing in, let nothing out
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What do the gabachas say? All the soap operas reported
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Just in case, the grenades, we don't mess with bullsh*t
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Flag held up high, pure Néctar, you know there's no failure
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It's true, it's not a lie, here there's no fear, never a fight
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From Monterrey south to line up in the private deals
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El R rocks the old outfit, he says winning, he goes all-out
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Now even satellites carry the signal-jammers
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We're the Néctar Lima, sir, we always head out sowing the terror
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When it's hot the show ignites, suddenly the convoy drops on you
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Pure honor to be spitting flow with our drum-mag horns
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In hell rolling around, they're at a hundred with the big homie