GANG

Yeah. Cold streets. Russian night. Black leather jacket, scars on my face. Steel knuckles ready, moving with grace. Gray skyline, shadows in the snow. Russian bandit, everyone know. Bribes on the table, deals in the dark. Vodka and danger, lighting the spark. No rules here, Only respect. Watch your step or cash that check. Russian thug, king of the street. Gold teeth shining, never face defeat. Cold eyes, heart of stone. Mafia life, this is on my throne. This zone. This zone. Lada speeding, bu-bulletproof glass. Police all around, but we still pass. Fistfights in alleys, code of the crew. Trust runs thin, loyal to few. Tracksuits, badges, scars and pride. Bratva brothers always by my side. Cross us once, night turns red. We live fast, legends when dead. Gopnik squad, ready to fight. Russia's grit every night. Russian thug, king of the street. Gold teeth shining, never face defeat. Cold eyes, heart of stone. Mafia life, this is on my throne. Snow falls. Blood runs. Bandit's life never done.