on your wealthless soul, I wouldn't bet a dime When the elder drops his arm you're dead and lost He takes away your breath with the kiss of death No deal
your wealthless soul, I wouldn't bet a dime When the elder drops his arm you're dead and lost He takes away your breath with the kiss of death No deal
Translation: Running Wild. Kiss Of Death.
know when it?s time To handle business nigga lay low I fight to struggle hopin' God don?t stop my hustle My fam fight back like wild dogs wit' out a
motherfucker Used to be scared of the football, yeah man Nah, nah I saw him the other night down town Wilding out man, it was crazy Running around headpin
taking, what he wants he can flaunt The car keys with the red Dupont (Chorus) "Yo Tone, If your father was alive you wouldn't be out here running around wilding
soul From his shackles of hate urn to free the enslaved soul That will be the time, when the Serpent looses its tongue and its head!! The kiss of the
Welcome to hell - wheels of steel praise Metal on metal - the battle cry of those days Son of a bitch - kill as one - restless and wild Running free -
: Welcome to hell - wheels of steel praise Metal on metal - the battle cry of those days Son of a bitch - kill as one - restless and wild Running free
