I stand before this mic with a stepped up game Some things, when I look, how they never gonna change It ain't a thing, niggas wild, then I'm cockin'
your electric plays The riot of your time A new generation's mind The riot of your time Just get the message to be more than you desire A star full of life, wild
s gonna rain in the midst of precipitation, I make the power manipulations, so my offspring'll be straight for generations Got connections in the nation To incarceration, to general
City So kick back, light some b*** Put your hands on a big fat greasy a*** And turn the music up As we take yo' a*** on a ride as Redman goes wild on
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m in this one one for the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn Super A Red and the ritz call Tins All my niggaz who tryin' to ball, my niggaz ballin' All my soldiers and generals
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' pan Like spam, get done when I come and slam Damn, I feel like the Son of Sam Don't make me wreck shit, hectic Next get the chair got me goin' like General
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blame me, all the same niggas is lame It's not a game, makin' names still splittin' your frames Y'all niggas had enough? Gimme some more Y'all niggas want the wild
man, oh man, oh man, oh man, yo, yo, yo, I can't understand Why the parents and the teachers and everybody trying to o the kids The young generation
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war And your verse at core for what you thought before Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore The next level or level of the whole conceptor Yo, the general