โหลดเพลง mp3 Whatever Happened (The Birth) - Rza

Yeah some firm sh*t you know I mean
For all the niggas in New York all across the motherf**kin' world (world)
Ain't nuttin' changed yet (ain't nuttin' changed yet)
Sh*t's still real (sh*t's still real) yo yo
Yo major large niggas get they grind on cash
While the crab thinkin'
Niggas keep they mind on a**
I guess most motherf**kers 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 and destined hands on many investments
Strong reflect this 'til I'm drawn back to the essence
Street wise thirty six waist small feet size
The C I 's quick to slide off once the heat rise
Detour poverty's on police war
Grown 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
F**k 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 sh*t
To each his own f**k the foulness need a week alone
We can zone all day long on the speaker phone
Six hundred 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
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past
Whips and full clips and p**sy 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 b**ches
Who don't wash and do dish and to big for your britches
Lustin' riches f**kin' the next man mistress
You wonder why your p**sy itches
Fat a** 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 all tops see 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 nine inch Applehead
Their legs open like fallopian lubricated by petroleum
Nine months later comes the ovary explosion
B**ch 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

(Word up word up) Yeah
(Wu-Tang Firm up in this piece know what I mean )
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
(Word up the black God exists in the physical form you know )
A to the Z I know what time it is
(Aight) Armageddon

Whatever Happened (The Birth) (Feat The RZA) - Rza