Nun Ya Biz
Donald D - FBI (1989) A few years ago, a cat about 6 years younger than me told me "the new Crack is here. It's called Molly". I replied "I'll believe that when there's Molly spots on every block in certain areas, when Mollyheads and Molly dealers are catching multiple bodies on a daily basis throughout mad hoods across the country, and when I see Mollyheads lined up the length of a block like crackheads did." The funny thing was that this dude was from my hood and for years he had been rapping about guns & crack & bricks & all that. But what I learned that day was that even some of those that were there...really weren't there. He really wasn't in tune with what was going on in the streets, he was rapping cartoon shit. For you young'ns that weren't there, picture a bunch of your homies and others walking around all dirty & stinking like corpses, dozens of girls you may have grown up with openly selling their bodies, the streets looking like Night of the Living Dead. Shit was real, b.