El AB

A very tough man
They had to use fools
In his beginnings when he was just an immature young man
He is Arturo
Beltrán Leyva is his last name
Boss of bosses, those who sing his ballad know him
Badiraguato land of many stories
Since a boy working with his sandals and rags
The Colombians supply the white powder

The crusade is not so easy, Saint Judas is my Saint
In two thousand and eight Washington declared him
He was accused of smuggling more than 200 tons
Several million dollars in cash I was pocketing
And as usual, pure fire, pure old recruit
There in Morelos, he was celebrating a party
With the cadets of Linares and also Ramón Ayala
The navy arrived
I left the party
I had Barbie as my escort, with an R he watched over me
In Cuernavaca, the marines attacked me
By land and air, they surrounded us, a hitman informed me

There they broke me
And they won that battle
We answered with an hour of bullets and grenades
I retire
Beltrán Leyva is my last name
Greetings to my brothers who stayed with me
I didn't want to leave this life early
It's the things of destiny