You crossed our path, we will cut off your legs
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And we'll leave them at your family's doorstep
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Your beautiful in the trunk of an S-class
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We will bring and before your eyes we will deliver to ecstasy
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Two bulls from cigarettes, we will put out your nose about you
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We will break your fingers, ask one question
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Did you think you would leave us and after that your life would be easy?
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It will be hard for you to answer us without language
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It used to be so easy
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In the nineties, in the nineties
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The career of a boss went uphill
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In the nineties, in the nineties
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We worked according to GOST
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In the nineties, in the nineties
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All those who are not clear to graveyards
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In the nineties, in the nineties
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You stuck up the dough for us, that's not how things are done
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You know, no one is eternal here, a little man is coming to you
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One, two, three, knife blades inside
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Three, two, one, a knife pierces the eye
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If you value your life, then rush like a wild boar
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Find all our money and come back quickly
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One, two, three, no money for three weeks
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Three, two, one, gas exploded in the room
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It used to be so easy
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In the nineties, in the nineties
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The career of a boss went uphill
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In the nineties, in the nineties
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We worked according to GOST
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In the nineties, in the nineties
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All those who are not clear to graveyards
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In the nineties, in the nineties
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My nineties are full of pain and love
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I so want to pick up pistols again
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My nineties are full of pain and love
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I will long remember how I loved to kill |