Guns and knives, Very cruel style, Who is the f**kin’ king? Yeah, it’s me. I’m a gangster on the Sixteenth Got the intellect and might, I’m not puppy for the beating, Real gentleman for fight. I’m the king pin of this city, Driving fast wheels down the street, Bullets for the man who is quitting, Don’t trouble me indeed.
Chorus: Living only for the grooving, I have no chance to lose, Keep on, don’t stop the moving, Singing, singing gangstablues
I’m romantic superhero, I’m a wild beast to the bone, I have no time for fear, Run away if you are wrong, Dog of war, the man of honor, Restless warrior from street, And my steps are like a thunder, Cause I’m right in word and deed.
Chorus.
Style of bullets not to embrace, I’m a funky dancer on my lethal race, Make me music; fire all your guns, Gangsta, gangsta is a lethal dance. Baby, make me bluesing all night long, I have no fear, playing to the bone, All misunderstandings are for me like gone, Do you feel the trouble? Does it mean – I’m on?