AZ:
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Yeah... some Firm shit, you know I mean? For all the niggas, in
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New York all across the motherfuckin' world (world), ain't nuttin'
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changed yet (ain't nuttin' changed yet) shit's still real
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(shit's still real)... Yo (Yo)
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CHORUS: [AZ]
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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: {Verse One}
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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
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Sex got drained from it
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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: [AZ] {starts after need}
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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: {Verse Two}
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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 sample 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
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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
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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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CHORUS
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AZ (RZA) {sometimes overlapping each other}
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(Word up, word up) Yeah (Wu-Tang, Firm up in this piece know what I
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mean?) Holdin' it down stamp 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
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Whatever Happened (The Birth) (featuring RZA)
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