La Tatema - Calibre 50

Me disparó la envidia

Y no supe de que parte

Larga estaba la fila

Ni como adivinarle

Todo me sonreía

¿De quien iba a cuidarme?

Mi poder no cabía

Y se les puso quitarme

La libró de milagro

Decía el de la Cruz Roja

Para bajarme el susto

Forjé un cigarro de hoja

Hay les debo la caja

Y el café con galletas

Y hay van pa' atrás las balas

Nomas que estas si pegan

Cuando es corta le mecha

El que la prende que quema

Que me dejaran vivo

Ahorita es su problema

No corran, no se escondan

Que ahí viene La Tatema

Si se les cebo el cuete

Los que traigo si truenan…

(Y puro Calibre 50 pariente)

Les dolió cuando dije

Que no los ocupaba

Yo no ocupo de bules

Y menos en mis aguas

El zapato que aprieta

A la larga te hace llagas

Ya se por donde vienen

Nomás no digo nada

Por algo salí vivo

Por algo estoy parado

Y es que al final de cuentas

Yo nunca he sido malo

Nomás te miran viada

Y quieren subirse al carro

Vieron como hay corrientes

De amigos disfrazados

Cuando es corta le mecha

El que la prende que quema

Que me dejaran vivo

Ahorita es su problema

No corran, no se escondan

Que ahí viene La Tatema

Si se les cebo el cuete

Los que traigo si truenan

I was shot by envy

And I didn't know from which part

Long was the queue

nor how to guess

everything smiled at me

Who was going to take care of me?

my power did not fit

And she put them away

He miraculously delivered her

Said the Red Cross

to get off the scare

I forged a leaf cigar

There I owe them the box

And the coffee with cookies

And there are bullets going back

Nomas that you are if they hit

When the fuse is short

The one who turns it on that burns

let me live

Right now it's your problem

Don't run, don't hide

Here comes La Tatema

If the cuete was baited

The ones I bring if they thunder...

(And pure Caliber 50 relative)

It hurt them when I said

that did not occupy them

I do not deal with bules

And less in my waters

The shoe that squeezes

In the long run it makes you sore

I already know where they come from

I just don't say anything

I got out alive for a reason

I'm standing for something

And it is that at the end of the day

I have never been bad

They just look at you

And they want to jump on the bandwagon

They saw how there are currents

of friends in disguise

When the fuse is short

The one who turns it on that burns

let me live

Right now it's your problem

Don't run, don't hide

Here comes La Tatema

If the cuete was baited

The ones I bring if they thunder