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Yeah. From the Sierra Madre peaks
To the tunnels under the border
They call him "The Shorty," but the shadow is tall
Guzmán. Loera
Born in the mountains where the poppy fields grow
Badiraguato, where the secrets don't show
Started with nothing but a dream and a blade
Building an empire where the laws start to fade
Federals chasing, but the tracks disappear
He’s the architect of tunnels, the master of fear
From the cells of Puente Grande, he stepped out of the gate
While the world was still watching, he challenged his fate
El Chapo! The Ghost in the night
The King of the Sierra, out of reach, out of sight
Sinaloa’s bloodline, the crown on his head
Where the gold is the currency, and the price is the lead
They lock him in chains, but the legend stays free
The Lord of the Tunnels, the king of the G
Thirteen years on the run, a phantom in dust
Buying the silence, betraying the trust
A billionaire outlaw on the Forbes list page
While the DEA’s raging, he’s out of the cage
A hole in the shower, a mile in the dark
A motorcycle humming, a cold, silent spark
The Altiplano couldn’t hold back the tide
When the mountain is calling, there’s nowhere to hide
La tuna is waiting... the mother is praying
But the game that he’s playing? The house always wins
From the height of the power to the cold Brooklyn cell
He built up a heaven on the border of hell
El Chapo! The Ghost in the night
The King of the Sierra, out of reach, out of sight
Sinaloa’s bloodline, the crown on his head
Where the gold is the currency, and the price is the lead
Now the ADX is silent, the concrete is thick
But the name is a fire, a slow-burning wick
Loera. The Shorty. The legend is told
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