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Shyheim f King Just

True Story

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[Intro: King Just (Shyheim)]From the top (uh) hehehe, yeah (Shyheim, nigga)KJ (Yeah, now we got King Just, nigga)10304 way (this the grain, man, you ain`t shit to beef)In the hallway[King Just]I heard them young boys coming up, I heard them old dudesGivin` up, or takin` later, and they still want King JustIs it a miracle? Nah man, he`s lyricalPhysically fit, cuz, trust, it get`s physicalIt prescribed in the biblical, burn the ritualDown to his very last mineralI will finish you, with a finishing moveGotta show and prove, and give Stella `back her groove`Always want to push a CL smooth, on the Staten Island FerryLove boat, it`s where we cruiseKeep `em in two`s, like Noah did, the flow`ll spitWith a car, that`ll talk back to your ass like KitMichael Knight two thousand and four, can you endureThe north shore, what the fuck, you think we came for?Ain`t no standin` around, you clown, we get downAll you unidentified aliens, head out of townCue mix down, pass the Remy round, Bottom UpKing Just, I still hold my crown, I`m next up, what[Chorus: King Just (sung)]You ain`t got nothin` for usYou can`t see Shy or King JustWhy actin` like you wanna start some beef?You betta stay in your place nowYou ain`t got no wins, no howWe are the hottest shit that`s out the streets[Shyheim]I was on the run, gettin` drunk, smokin` wet, poppin` ecst`With two outstandin` fugitive warrants for my arrestOwed a debt to society, one day I will payBut I fell in love, in L.A., and decided to stayLivin` on the edge, the Dom `Cino, wired me breadTil` he got snatched by the feds, it fucked me up in the headHe kept it thorough, he ain`t tell `em, I invested dope for the doughHe told me keep flowin`, cuz for him it ain`t no hopeNow this is real conversation, and for little to next to nothingConversation, RZA let me spit on compilationsI`m like, "Cool, but how ya`ll gonna put Snoop and not me on The W?"It was politicals as usual, and I hated itSo I got my weight up with my pen, and made some greater hitsNow the whole world say my shitLivin` on the borderline of life or deathLivin` to die, dyin` to live, life or deathDon`t except shit, but a funeral of kisses and flowersMy own homies don`t love me, they just respect my powerStarted wildin`, moms paid drugs more attentionEnded up down state, B-Block receptionBut The Source and XXL ain`t mentioned itClan ain`t holla at the God and send me outGuess that`s the same reason, Dirty with The Roc nowBut I`m home on the grind, with a rhyme and a nineWith some paper set aside, for ya body and sonIt was about time, my nigga, we definetly gon` popAnd thought you just gon` deal with the cops?Chill Shy, but I can`t hear it, cuz the dust sepa`Ran it for my mind, and my body, for my spirit[Chorus][Outro: Shyheim]How we gon` keep it going like this, man?I remember back in the days, manBefore this Wu-Tang shit, manI used to have to sneak into -- to the Hill and shitPut my hood on and shit, go up to Just`s houseAnd we can write rhymes and shit, knowhatimsayin?Just, you my nigga forever, nigga, let`s go to the top, manBottom Up, nigga, knawimean?And it`s love, loyalty, trust, respect and honorAlways hundred, `cross the board, niggaLet`s do it

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