What's the 411, hun?. What's the 411, hun?. I got it goin' on, hun. A yo, I got it goin' on, hun. . What's the 411, hun?. What's the 411, hun?. I got it goin' on.
Shadows return showing images of bitter memories. As clear as a sheet of glass. Games have died false beauty won't last. Greed and hatred, some will live.