Through yet the blood travelin'
Open it down, stamp of approval, you know?
God look, we feedin', leadin' my seeds, back to Eden
Lustin' riches, fuckin' the next man mistress
Searchin' new ways for me to eat more
Yo, major large niggas get they grind on cash
I stand up as rough briva
Through veins remain blue
Fuck a soulmate, low heart pace, pulse at a slow rate
Street wise, 36 waist, small feet size
Brain's inactive, bein' subjected to this crab shit
600, nine five North, stay blunted
Whips and full clips and pussy lips, rubber grips attached to hips
You know the routine, fast cars, rings get a crew seen
Detour, poverty zone, police war going through each dawn
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
Shatter your mental, split your bean up like a lentil
Their legs open like fallopian, lubricated by petroleum
All across the motherfuckin' world
Ain't nuttin' changed yet, shit's still real
Bureaucrats, I react like Nat Turner
Hot lead from raw heat, left in store meat
Before he left all he heard was the echo from the shot
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
Word up, word up, yeah
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
Wu-Tang, firm up in this piece know what I mean?
Strong, reflect this 'til I'm drawn back to the essence
While the crab thinkin' niggas keep they mind on ass
To each his own, fuck the foulness, need a week alone
You wonder why your pussy itches
Born and destined, hands on many investments
Chicken heads beg for the 9 inch Applehead
We can zone, all day long, on the speaker phone
Disfigure your face, you recognizin' by the dental
I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last
I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last
Devils lettin' off Scuds, thugs trapped up in hood houses
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
Yo, major large niggas get they grind on cash
Hold weight, used to rock kicks wit no lace
Runnin' rapid, while others play as if they captive
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
And to big for your britches
While the crab thinkin' niggas keep they mind on ass
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
The new breed star gazin', raisin' two seeds
Who don't wash and do dish
New York, been infested by Bloods
Fast learner, quiet storm, play the back burner
No doubt, no doubt
Fat ass sample wit out the glitches
Stress, I came from it, sex got drained from it
Lay it out on Broadstreet
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
Lustin' for colors of red More black lies done shed
Yo
Word up, the black God exists in the physical form, you know?
Past the journey to the crib, the purest sickness cura
Get ya muscle tendered & straight
To be free, the franchise is all a whole crew need, indeed
Cops autopsy revealed, he was stopped by the glock
When I reign the truth on your brain you muted
Boned out until we zone out, no doubt
Heart is bleedin', stress got my hair line receedin'
Bitch you stupid? A hundred dollars you couldn't recoup it
The C.I.'s quick to slide off, once the heat rise
We addin' more knowledge to your wig
And stay suspicious of promiscuous bitches
Rula, zig-zag, zig Allah, plus Allah zig, zag-zig
Nine months later comes the ovary explosion
Get ya brain washed, you know what I'm sayin'?
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
Holy Koran, sirah, leaves man to understand
We true fiends, old school style that's how we do things
