El Papa de los Pollitos

Open up, I bring fire
Either they leave or I make them leave
They already know I don't play
I have a reputation of being cursed
They don't know, I am
The father of the chicks

The plaza belongs to me
As long as I'm alive, I decide
Whoever messes with me dies
If they don't settle with me
I don't respect levels
Not even my chivo horn

They already know I'm the boss
And they can't mess with me
They better respect me
Because my people are fierce
With a signal they activate
But they do sin of being cruel

I keep recruiting people
My business requires it
The Sinaloan state
Is the one that participates the most
Jalisco and hot land Nayarit and Tamaulipas

I have nerves of steel
It's a family heritage
I'm not afraid of anything
I was raised Sicilian style
That's why in any terrain
My cartel rises up

They already know I'm the boss
And I'm not so gentle
They better respect me
Because I have them on a short leash
And I remind them that I am
The father of the chicks