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(AZ) Yeah, some Firm ****, you know what I mean?
For all the ******, in New York
All across the ************' world
Ain't nothin' changed yet, ****'s still real
Yo, major large ****** get they grind on cash
While the crab thinkin' ****** keep they mind on ass
I guess most ************* 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 scene
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, 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 with no lace
**** 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 ****
To each his own, **** 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
*** 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
(RZA) Whips and full clips and ***** lips
Rubber grips attached to hips
Past the journey to the crib, the purest sickness curer
Holy Quran Sura, leaves man to understand
I stand up a 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 *******
Who don't wash and do dish and too big for your britches
Lustin' riches, ******' the next man mistress
You wonder why your ***** itches
Fat ass sample wit out the glitches
Shatter your mental, split your bean up like a lentel
Disfigure your face you recognize him 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
Lusting 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
***** you stupid
A hundred dollars you couldn't recoup it
When I reign the truth on your brain you muted
Ruler Zig-Zag, Zig Allah, plus Allah Zig, Zag-Zig
We addin' more knowledge to your wig
(AZ) Yo, major large ****** get they grind on cash
While the crab thinkin' ****** keep they mind on ass
I guess most ************* 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
(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 your muscle tendered and straight)
No doubt, no doubt (Word up)
(The black God exists in the physical form, you know)
The Firm baby, holdin' this, A to the Z, I know what time it is
(Aight) Armageddon
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