whatever happened (the birth)

Singer:az

yeah. some firm shit

you know i mean? for all the niggas

in

new york all across the motherfuckin' world

ain't nuttin'

changed yet shit's still real

yo

yo major large niggas get they grind on cash

while the crab thinkin' niggas keep they mind on ass

i guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last

whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?

whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?

whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?

you know the routine

fast cars

rings get a crew seen

we true fiends

old school style that's how we do things

born & destined

hands on many investments

strong

reflect this 'til i'm drawn back to the essence

street wise

36 waist

small feet size

the c.i.'s quick to slide off

once the heat rise

detour

poverty zone

police war

going through each dawn

searchin' new ways for me to eat more

fast learner

quiet storm

play the back burner

bureaucrats

i react like nat turner

hold weight

used to rock kicks wit no lace

fuck a soul mate

low heart pace

pulse at a slow rate

runnin' rapid

while others play as if they captive

brain's inactive

bein' subjected to this crab shit

to each his own

fuck the foulness

need a week alone

we can zone

all day long

on the speaker phone

600

nine five north

stay blunted

stress i came from it

sex got drained from it

the new breed star gazin'

raisin' two seeds

to be free

the franchise is all a whole crew need.indeed

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whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?

whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?

whips & full clips & pussy lips

rubber grips attached to hips

past the journey to the crib

the purest sickness cura

holy koran

sirah

leaves man to understand

i stand up as rough briva

heart is bleedin'

stress got my hair line receedin'

god look we feedin'

leadin' my seeds

back to eden

and stay suspicious of promiscuous bitches

who don't wash & do dish & to big for your britches

lustin' riches

fuckin' the next man mistress

you wonder why your pussy itches

fat ass sample wit out the glitches

shatter your mental

split your bean up like a lentel

disfigure your face

you recognizin' by the dental

hot lead from raw heat

left in store meat

lay it out on broadstreet

before he

left all he heard was the echo from the shot

cops autopsy revealed

he was stopped by the glock

devils lettin' off scuds

thugs trapped up in hud houses

new york

been infested by bloods

lustin' for colors of red

more black lies done shed through

yet the blood travelin' through veins remain blue

boned out until we zone out

no doubt

chickenheads beg for the 9 inch applehead

their legs open like fallopian

lubricated by petroleum

nine months later comes the ovary explosion

bitch you stupid? a hundred dollars you couldn't recoup it

when i reign the truth on your brain you muted

rula zig-zag

zig allah

plus allah zig

zag-zig

we addin' more knowledge to your wig

sometimes overlapping each other]

yeah

holdin' it down stamp of approval

you know? (get ya brain washed

you know what i'm sayin'?

get ya muscle tendered & straight)

no doubt

no doubt

the firm baby

holdin' this

a to the z

i know what time it is

armageddon