Yo! Ha. Fitness hi, Liberty City. HA
Liberty City. Ha!
Yeah! Come meet the russian guy.
Salut to all the thieves bones, yo!
We gonna own this motherfuckin' city! Yeah!
Everything will be ours: Your business,
your girls, your guys, your cars...
All... This gop-stop, motherf*cker!
Motherf*cking takeover! This is not just a game!
Not just a game, motherf*cker! Ha! Ha. Xxx.
Run away before its too late, like a street dog.
Your nose senses that the cops are on your tail.
According to the reports of the Ministry of internal affairs-a rather dangerous criminal.
The phone responds that the receiver is unavailable.
Until you have figured out a decision, you must decide.
In Russia there is nothing for you to do, you have to run.
Now be careful, don't alert your mates.
No faith in anyone, perhaps there could still be a chance.
You sensed a trap, you knew they were packing guys.
Pack your bags bro, or they might pack you!
The cops went out hunting for you, so keep them off your heels.
They need to *** to not be detected here and there.
You'll meet tomorrow morning, far away from the Moscow Ring Road.
Run, you know you for sure that you have to get out.
And across the ocean you will build a new life.
Here comes Russian boy, Uncle Sam, well, Hold on!
Chorus x2
There is not here, The mafia (Cosa Nostra) - is not the brotherhood.
Rublyovka is not Hollywood, LC is not Moscow,
Gin is not Vodka and Marlboro is not belomor
All will be clear, We just need to stick together.
Liberty City under the sky of liberty
This is the city of bread, city of bread.
They will know that you are ready for a crunchy dollar.
and why the roulette of death is Russian.
So russian boy is ready to play for the American dream,
Innumerable action, innumerable extreme.
All this plus a specific risk that is multiplied
by the effects of the Siberian frost on the skin.
Lets keep this high profile case off the radar.
You'll do what you have to do - You've got to survive.
And if it goes badly, you will keep the mess under control.
The whole city will be ours, be ours, be ours.
Will you love or will you hate?
You russian guy - you are pressed to the nail in Liberty City
And across the ocean you will build a new life.
Here comes Russian boy, Uncle Sam, well, Hold on!
Chorus x4