Shyheim - Rumble in N.Y. lyrics

"Name, nothing says your name" - sample, repeated throughout the song [Shyheim] I knew New York, before Brooklyn, Queens and the Bronx Manhattan and Staten Island, Shyheim, you know the kid from whilin' Be up in the party, dusted, who got that sh**? Ya'll n***as know what time it is (Wu-Tang, n***a) ask 12 O'Clock It's mad dusted, be up in the spot, you don't even want it Who got shot, f**in' with them kids that rep' 27 Words, n***as on they way to heaven That's my word, son, for real, we keep it dirty Like free Ol' Dirty, hold up son, free Ol' Dirty Ya'll don't even want, free Ol' Dirty, f** that, free Keith Murray n***as don't want it, so we keep it gully In the spot, knowin' what time, it be the kid, Shyheim, freestylin' Cuz ya'll n***as don't deserve nothin' written That's my word, I ain't kiddin' f** that, give me mines, f** that, give me Shyne Life, I rock three hundred on the grill f** that, I rock three hundred on the grill Park Hill, Stapletilz, Now Born, the Brook Port Richmond, Jungle Nilz, word up son, we bumpin' that dough Bumpin' them grills, watchin' out for n***as like Lilz n***as like Guy, and n***as like Life That rob n***as, and then take your life So we take the heater, young n***as, please believe it Cause we makin' believers, you don't want it? That's my word I don't care about who you runnin' with Ya'll can all get it, that's my word to Twin That's my word to Big L and Pun For real, they can see me in the spot without a big a** gun Start a lot of trouble Cause if I ain't use cocoa bu*ter, my skin will bubble Ya'll don't understand that though [Interlude: Shyheim (Infamous Bluesteele)] Jim Jay, sh** ain't the same, 27, I love you for real Wu-Tang, Shaolin, new get it (Yo, what you ask me son, huh?) [Infamous Bluesteele] How you doin' Inf? Are you doing well? Is your pocket full? Is your boot scuffed? Is your clothes ironed? Then why you hoe hired? Why you know guys in Shaolin Hill? I'm a street n***a, who never was a prankster I know street n***as, who never was a gangster But still played that roll, I made that goal And once I took it there, I was booked all year I'm a rap n***a, you can ask 'Perb And I'm gangster, n***a, you can ask 'Perb Ran up on Ice Grillz, took off his mask, word Looked up in his face, and said "Oh, that's herb" And I'm treat your b**hes, like oh, that's her f** your hood n***a, I know that curb Ya'll n***as ain't suppliers, ya'll n***as is fired Biggie is unbelievable, ya'll n***as is liars n***as who whipped wires, steer my tire Like why re-loop long, they're on fire Cause we're on Maya, Angelow level When I bare hand that paper, my hands a gold medal Infa, man listen, ya'll better calm down I got plans for kissin', I'm way beyond now My sh** is futuristic, and few can sniff it You never leave a thug alone with the drug alone And if I call your crib, to spit n***a, hug the phone And scream, kick that sh**, n***a, with your mother home I smash your whole grill piece with a steel piece That I chiseled on, puttin' my lyrics on And spittin' til your holy ghost see the spirit off Ain't no b**h between us, how you gettin' home? Don't f** wit them Emba**y, untouchable n***as We good, got off the hook, be like, we love you n***as All them other hood n***as, is rugged Wu n***as Hood told us, that's why we can't f** with you n***as Cuz we so will, while ya'll so ill Stay away from them, Blue stay away from them [Outro: Shyheim] Yeah, Wisdom Cypher Cypher Wisdom, yeah