El Azteca de Durango

Today he's behind bars
The one I sing this ballad for
From a ranch in Durango
A man who's really determined
Zacatecas is his turf
Assigned by his godfather

To be the boss of a turf
Don’t think it’s just a walk in the park
The guy from Durango fought hard
He earned it with gunfire
His buddies had his back
His brothers and Zambada

He was sound asleep
Before the dawn broke
With the cars from the rivals
They kicked down the door
He woke up shooting
And the war broke out

He's in prison
For the death of a soldier
He didn’t pull the trigger
But he tried to pay it off
Three million in cash
He offered, but they didn’t catch him

Here the MZ rules
So pay close attention
They let that offer slide
That the man made to them
He’ll be out of this soon
Without leaving a dime behind

He loves his guns
And fast cars
He cares a lot for his family
Especially for his kids
He’s a powerful man
With his godfather’s support

The Aztec of Durango
And my turf is Zacatecas
I keep it well protected
So no one can mess with it
The grass in Zacatecas is lush
I watered it and put up a fence

A shoutout to Culiacán
And to all the homies
The brothers from Durango
And the people from my turf
I’ll be with you soon
To keep on shooting.