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
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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
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
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
Bad reputation, seems to be my style I've been categorized as a little wild The police took my photograph A hunted boy running from his past Some even
I'ma an untamed animal, straight a clean up man I'ma animal in the jungle so you better beware It ain't nothing but guerrillas, lion, tigers, and bears I'ma game red-nosed pit ready to scratch Got you running
that i let you go livin wild and free keeps me on the ground. and i'm running like hell to keep from goin down and i'm running like hell to keep from
straight to hell to hell And we've all got our problems Each and everyday We could all move to Noosa But that's not running away Say goodbye And we
