Текст песни Калифф - Русское гетто

Hook:
I have a big and black gun
Do you have money, I do not have
To get and pay for my ticket
From the Russian ... Russian Ghetto Ghetto

Hands behind your head bitch, legs apart at the seams
Stand to attention nit if the road is chump
Eyes forward by the parties do not look
My nerves at the end you did not zli
I pull the trigger does not cost anything
The bullet-dur moment you will open the skull
Leaving on a concrete lifeless body
Garbage chalk outline figure

You do not go on foot it's my quarter
These streets are more dangerous than napalm charge
Neither honor nor conscience - only the desire to survive
Either Tigers criminals or silent mouse
Strong weak hawala breakfast
In this jungle there is no hope for tomorrow
Gray sky every day darkens
While lawlessness flag flies over power

I'm the king of king and God in this dirty hole
The dark night covers my trail
The stencil geometries few quarters
It just so dangerous clicking fucked
And if there is no fuse in the frail chest
Houses sit and gun discharge
And do not go here, then without hesitation
Bullet for you to put a fucking mani

Hook:
I have a big and black gun
Do you have money, I do not have
To get and pay for my ticket
From the Russian ... Russian Ghetto Ghetto

a guaranteed escape from a place so malicious
all you can make out faces going vicious
the prospect of wealth turns them all ambitious
be cautious with your capital it looks delicious
anxiety means nothing these assassins are at ease
there is a sole obsession that can keep them appeased
it cures their oppression and its fatal disease
in carnage for currency lies their expertise
those who remain in turn are trampled by the poor
the regime is at blame for it is no longer secure
the virtue of innocence has lost its pure
its been embezzled by the hungry in search of a cure
so crave that you never have to face this congregation
you'll simply become yet another temptation
i presume its just the cost --- compensation
you forfeit your life for these peoples' starvation
words of this reality draw disbelief
here no American faces that grief
and the news in the paper repeats a motif
an ordinary businessman bumped into a thief
so I strongly suggest before you run up in these streets
you load up your weapon put bullets in that piece
cause i've heard the worst from my brother KaLiFF
for all you loaded mother fuckers this ghetto exists

Hook:
I have a big and black gun
Do you have money, I do not have
To get and pay for my ticket
From the Russian ... Russian Ghetto Ghetto

How long is the life? A drop of blood falls upon
Evaporate on the sly in the Celestial heights
Guys do not live here during the day and minute
Forgetting about the concepts, throw each other
The area on the district, brother against brother
Suffered tachanka, expand back
It is impossible nonsense korezhit wandering under the skin
Agencies Eating, we live like worthless
And where we go, we got caught, brothers
No future we would stay alive
Huckster cashing in on the mountain patsanski
Heroin sea and garbage in their share
That moisten-friend to the friend of his without disassembling
Mesilovo-mochilovo without end
In Quichua taken for a dick to die
From Hepatitis B and C and AIDS is ill
It was as if Gd punishing us touched right hand
Wolf looks hatred, cool person
Not life - the existence of useless woodlice
Raise, prick sleep and forget
The plan is simple to enforce
We dug in the yards of both plant poison
Ready to destroy is not ill will
Breaking heads for fucking money

I have a big and black gun
Do you have money, I do not have
To get and pay for my ticket
From the Russian ... Russian Ghetto Ghetto