Lil Dušan-Slavic-(Mix 7, and Scale: Minor) (Official audio) (Ft. Niko Bellic & Ruskie boy).

Yo, boots in the snow, cold heart like a glacier, Slavic in the zone, bring war like a major. Gold on his neck, but his past is danger, Talk with your chest or he speak with a banger. No smile, just scars, born in the east, Raised on black bread, no sugar, no feast. Vodka in his veins, fire in his breath, Step outta line? That’s a dance with death. Tracksuit drippin', the block still respect it, Got his name in the street like the law can’t check it. “Slavic” — say it loud, or don’t say nothin’, Came from the frost, turned pain into somethin’.