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| Yo major large niggas get they grind on cash, while the crab thinkin'
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| niggas keep they mind on ass
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| I guess most motherfuckers ain’t designed to last
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| Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
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| Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
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| Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
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| AZ:
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| You know the routine, fast cars, rings get a crew seen
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| We true fiends, old school style that’s how we do things
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| Born &destined, hands on many investments
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| Strong, reflect this 'til I’m drawn back to the essence
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| Street wise, 36 waist, small feet size
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| The C.I.'s quick to slide off, once the heat rise
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| Detour, poverty zone, police war
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| Going through each dawn, searchin’new ways for me to eat more
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| Fast learner, quiet storm, play the back burner
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| Bureaucrats, I react like Nat Turner
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| Hold weight, used to rock kicks wit no lace
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| Fuck a soul mate, low heart pace, pulse at a slow rate
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| Runnin’rapid, while others play as if they captive
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| Brain’s inactive, bein’subjected to this crab shit
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| To each his own, fuck the foulness, need a week alone
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| We can zone, all day long, on the speaker phone
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| 600, nine five North, stay blunted, stress I came from it Sex got drained from it The new breed star gazin', raisin’two seeds
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| To be free, the franchise is all a whole crew need… indeed
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| Partial Chorus:
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| Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
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| Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
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| RZA:
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| Whips &full clips &pussy lips
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| Rubber grips attached to hips
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| Past the journey to the crib, the purest sickness cura
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| Holy Koran, sirah, leaves man to understand, I stand up as rough briva
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| Heart is bleedin', stress got my hair line receedin'
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| God look we feedin', leadin’my seeds, back to Eden
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| And stay suspicious of promiscuous bitches
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| Who don’t wash &do dish &to big for your britches
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| Lustin’riches, fuckin’the next man mistress
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| You wonder why your pussy itches, fat ass s&le wit out the glitches
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| Shatter your mental, split your bean up like a lentel
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| Disfigure your face, you recognizin’by the dental
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| Hot lead from raw heat, left in store meat
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| Lay it out on Broadstreet, before he Left all he heard was the echo from the shot
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| Cops autopsy revealed, he was stopped by the Glock
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| Devils lettin’off SCUDS, thugs trapped up in HUD houses
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| New York, been infested by Bloods, lustin’for colors of red
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| More black lies done shed through
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| Yet the blood travelin’through veins remain blue
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| Boned out until we zone out, no doubt
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| Chickenheads beg for the 9 inch Applehead
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| Their legs open like fallopian, lubricated by petroleum
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| Nine months later comes the ovary explosion
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| Bitch you stupid? |
| A hundred dollars you couldn’t recoup it When I reign the truth on your brain you muted
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| Rula Zig-Zag, Zig Allah, plus Allah Zig, Zag-Zig
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| We addin’more knowledge to your wig
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| AZ (RZA)
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| (Word up, word up) Yeah (Wu-Tang, Firm up in this piece know what I mean?) Holdin’it down st&of approval, you know? |
| (Get ya brain
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| washed, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| Get ya muscle tendered &straight)
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| No doubt, no doubt
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| (Word up, the black God exists in the physical form, you know?)
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| The Firm baby, holdin’this, A to the Z, I know what time it is
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| (Aight) Armageddon |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whatever Happened (The Birth), artist - AZ. Album song Wu-Chronicles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп