of control No deposits required Paradise won't take your soul A living hell for the stumbling few Paying the price for the likes of you A living hell
is silenced New dark age has begun The count-down was final Red button ran out of control No deposits required Paradise won't take your soul A living hell
Traduction: Running Wild. Straight To Hell.
Freaking 'em with the funk left them drunk Hella scared straight Hell yeah Scared straight [Chorus: x4] This 2Pacalypse in this motherfucker And I'm scared straight
, but 26% of the registered voters form a mandate ? or a landslide. 21% voted for Skippy and 3, 4% voted for somebody else who might have been running
(feat. Redman, Ja Rule, LL Cool J) [Redman] Bitch! Brick City, yo Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young At 8 paint chips the rare moon ---- That
if I want to I can't change my nigga's lines Cuz you on the shit list These bullets are relentless And ain't no way in hell that you avoidin' this Ain
get burnt to a crisp Jump out the pot, "Yeah yo I got this" Long armor, construction's on, I'm pro-drama Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers
the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be living proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's running wild smokin sess drinkin
early from tour Soon as I open the door I see a pair of shoes on the floor I know they ain't mine, I'm hundred percent sure Now there's wild thoughts just running
in bad shape, in the neck of New York Your slithering ways, lay with you a bad snake Smash bake, eight stab holes in your shoulder blades You wilding
green liar promotion Hell if I expose ya mad assed out blowing some backs out Them state street boys will get ya Betta be ducking when you running or
Hello to all my niggas and bitches Welcome to Digglers Wild World of Girls I'm sitting here with the Baddest Bitch (That's Right) So Trina tell us a little
Bitch Brick City, yo Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young At 8 paint chips the rare moon That pair mics, my maintenance I battle you and then
if I want to I can't change my nigga's lines 'cause you on the shit list These bullets are relentless And ain't no way in hell that you avoidin' this
me (yeah) My independent women (yeah) Them hoes hatin' cause you looking good (hell yeah) [Choppa] Everybody throw your dranks up, soldiers throw your tanks up Hit the flo', wild
