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