| Aiyyo we came up together, flamed up weed together
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| Changed our names together, even had seeds together
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| Everyday we used to be together, got tattoos together
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| Drank brews together
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| Fucked hoes together, did shows together
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| Bought jewels, bought clothes together, we was close together
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| Bust guns together, we would run together
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| Said we would be, Dunns forever
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| And shine like the sun together, and never sever
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| And down for whatever’s clever
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| They say two heads is better so let’s put it together
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| We can get the cheddar comin back to back like a doubleheader
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| I can’t believe we not still together
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| 'Member back in the days, when we used to get ill together
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| We was ready to kill together, make blood spill together
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| Now we hardly even chill together
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| Whatever happened to you? |
| — We were true blue
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| No limitations on the things that we used to do
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| Whatever happened to him? |
| — My man got bagged
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| He in the pen and he might not see daylight again
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| Whatever happened to her? |
| — She had two seeds
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| Now she’s smokin and she just ain’t the way she was
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| Whatever happened to them? |
| — Now they started as friends
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| But it seem like they blowin in the wind
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| Heads are laid out in the dojo
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| Threw you a lifeline from K-Ci and JoJo
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| We crossed the earth on airplanes
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| Don’t worry about a thing, lay back and get
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| Damn silky slim was the bad thing
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| Used to spread her out her man was down in the bing
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| Knew it couldn’t last like that
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| For the niggas that I knew that got blast like that
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| She got this nigga’s pictures on the wall
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| Out with the baby eatin dinner at the mall
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| Told me she was from Madison
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| But A.G. and them told me she was really from Patterson
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| Thought she was 18 then
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| But she was 16 and had been fuckin grown men
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| Wild, that was way back when
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| I still think of shorty and want to smash her again
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| For the third time my man got knocked
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| 'Cept he was gettin tired of 3 hots and a cot
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| Now his short stay is a very long stay
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| From all them yak sales in the project hallways
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| Now a nigga blew trial and started coppin
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| But ain’t nuttin poppin 'less you messin with a nigga like Johnny Cochran
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| Up North, Comstock; |
| caught a flashback
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| Cause that’s the same place I used to go check my pops
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| Damn, here we go again
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| My man John won’t see New York 'til about 2010
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| It be the same ol' ghetto shit; |
| send me some flicks
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| Some chips, some commisary, some groceries and some kicks
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| It be a plot while we in the trenches
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| Playin the project benches, thinkin
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| For those who know the woes, the highs and the lows
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| The wind blows and the grass grows so |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whatever Happened…?, artist - Brand Nubian. Album song Fire In The Hole, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп