in New York all across the motherfuckin' world (world)
Ain't nuttin' changed yet
(ain't nuttin' changed yet)
Shit's still real (shit's still real),
Yo major large niggas get they grind on cash,
Niggas keep they mind on ass
I guess most motherfuckers
Whatever happened to the realness
Whatever happened to the realness
Whatever happened to the realness
You know the routine, fast cars,
We true fiends, old school style
hands on many investments
Strong, reflect this 'til I'm drawn
Street wise, thirty six waist, small feet size
The C.I.'s quick to slide off,
Detour, poverty's on, police war
searchin' new ways for me to eat more
Fast learner, quiet storm,
Bureaucrats, I react like Nat Turner
used to rock kicks wit no lace
Fuck a soul mate, low heart pace,
while others play as if they captive
bein' subjected to this crab shit
To each his own, fuck the foulness,
We can zone, all day long,
Six hundred, nine five North,
stay blunted, stress I came from it
The new breed star gazin',
To be free, the franchise is all a whole
Whips and full clips and pussy lips
Rubber grips attached to hips
Past the journey to the crib,
Holy Quran, sirah, leaves man to understand,
I stand up as rough briva
stress got my hair line receedin'
leadin' my seeds, back to Eden
Who don't wash and do dishes
too big for your britches
fuckin' the next man mistress
You wonder why your pussy itches,
fat ass sample wit out the glitches
split your bean up like a lentil
you recognize 'em 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
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 lives done shed through
Yet the blood travelin' through
Boned out until we zone out,
Chickenheads beg for the nine
Their legs open like fallopian,
Bitch you stupid? A hundred dollars
When I reign the truth on your
Rula Zig- Zag, Zig Allah,
We addin' more knowledge to your wig
Yo major large niggas get they grind on cash,
Niggas keep they mind on ass
I guess most motherfuckers
Whatever happened to the realness
Whatever happened to the realness
Whatever happened to the realness
(Word up, word up) Yeah (Wu- Tang, Firm
up in this piece know what I mean?)
Holdin' it down stamp of approval,
you know what I'm sayin'?
(Word up, the black God exists in the physical form,
The Firm baby, holdin' this, A to the Z,