Lord Jamar - Whatever Happened...? lyrics

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