It's the place where you're not brave, you don't wanna be,
It is possible to win but loosing is a high probability,
So much hustling you see only in Las Vegas
Some people sell their soul so fast that it's hard to believe.
It's the capital city of Romania,
It's Bucharest,
It's more that that,
You have to prove yourself.
Romanians and Romanian women,
Gypsies and Gipsy women,
The government, money, the Five O's, corner boys,
Prison and years, the hood and the OGs,
Children and drugs, weapons, concrete buildings,
You have to know how things run in here, bro
On the streets you find everything, combined,
Mixted over the top, it's hard.
Here is where we do our shit,
Here is where you will always finds us,
There is no advice to be given, no papers to sign,
We are mafia for life, brothers in arms.
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You can read us prayers
Hoping for some miracle to happen,
But you've made your bed, now lie in it,
Run, run, the good guys are coming!
You can read us prayers
Hoping for some miracle to happen,
But you've made your bed, now lie in it,
Run, run, the good guys are coming!
I present to you radical solutions,
Like the good guys that
Have build and empire of illegal businesses.
In the streets you can suffer lethal wounds
When the night lights reflections show you guns smiling back at you.
Suckers snitch and splill out everything,
True liders waste away like a flower bud
Forgotten in the sun, near the flower shop around the corner.
The Five O's are proud of themselfs now,
They catched a big fish, yes!
There's a chain reaction,
Cops lie dead in the gutters,
Now there is a string of letters of resignation.
The next candidate for the throne makes his way
Through the back streets and takes it all,
But I'm confident in myself,
Cuz you can only trust yourself.
Cops do not like me too, oh well,
The latin blood that flows in my veins
Makes me be like Al Capone and you know it.
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Once upon a time
People created laws.
That's when the sides were defined
And the dice was cast.
The conflict has changed the weapons we use
To take out the targets,
Today kevlar vests ar the armour
That deflect bullets.
But even so blood is spilled,
There is gore on the news,
Now they use voices
DNA tests, papers.
But there is still no sign
That the fight is over,
The Five O's have gathered their forces
To try to take away the streets from us.
Maybe next year! Im telling you...
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