penultimate migration Radioactive perfumes, for the fashionably, for the terminally insane, insane Do you realise? Do you realise? Do you realise, this world is
rent money, fuck your fade apart Depart when you see Starks, duck low Fuck up a rapper on the regular Blow his fuckin' hands off his cellular This is
all Redman got it like that green People always say what the hell does that mean [Verse 1:] Whats up homeboy I'm a motherfucking rider Custom made airs, and my shoes never tied up
you can call on me Hero, ya hero, ya hero, baby I can be your hero, ya hero, ya hero Baby call me I be there to the rescue Shawty what the business is
not ministers We're tellin like it is cause Ren and Dre is like sinister Reality speaks for itself when it's spoken A basehead cluck can't blame nobody for
See, it ain't no thing for me to put it down You jumpin out your draws for this bitch from down south Now put 'em up, and throw your hands in the air
up my pen again Swinging on my jock like Tarzan Looking for a change, hoping my head swoll Thinking I'm rich cause I made a little video Shaking my hand
Y'all niggaz ain't ready for it Coming Rambo style nigga Two guns up Y'all niggaz better duck down or get your cap lifted off That's how we doing it for
and order is restored by my hero Charlie Mack Wheel off into the limo, and head for the jam Charlie cracks all the knuckles, on both of his hands And
for the truth but give nothing but pain To anything evil for you soften your game Words give life to the things that we think about Life is hell we go
all hell breaks loose When all hell breaks loose Everybody duck down when all hell breaks loose All my niggas gon' shoot when all hell breaks loose (
of the heroes, I's made to memorize With guns in their hands and God on their side Oh, the First World War, boys, it closed out its fate The reason for
names of the heroes I was made to memorize With guns in their hands and God on their side The first world war, boys, it came and it went The reason for
gun Hand shakes, my heart is empty I go wherever they send me Say it loud when you say freedom This is the time for the killing season Whatcha need is
the fires in a private hell Provoking the heartache to renew the license Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule Propping up the crust of the
Every thing's for sale, every thing's for free Sweet Mother Mary, sells her fortunes well She's got all the answers, just might save you from hell Across
, be wise and shut the hell up I told you man, I'll fold your plans You know you can't be colder than me With a microphone in hand I'll show your fans