Shyheim - True Story lyrics

(feat. King Just) [Intro: King Just (Shyheim)] From the top (uh) hehehe, yeah (Shyheim, n***a) KJ (Yeah, now we got King Just, n***a) 10304 way (this the grain, man, you ain't sh** to beef) In the hallway [King Just] I heard them young boys coming up, I heard them old dudes Givin' up, or takin' later, and they still want King Just Is it a miracle? Nah man, he's lyrical Physically fit, cuz, trust, it get's physical It prescribed in the biblical, burn the ritual Down to his very last mineral I will finish you, with a finishing move Gotta show and prove, and give Stella 'back her groove' Always want to push a CL smooth, on the Staten Island Ferry Love boat, it's where we cruise Keep 'em in two's, like Noah did, the flow'll spit With a car, that'll talk back to your a** like Kit Michael Knight two thousand and four, can you endure The north shore, what the f**, you think we came for? Ain't no standin' around, you clown, we get down All you unidentified aliens, head out of town Cue mix down, pa** the Remy round, Bottom Up King Just, I still hold my crown, I'm next up, what [Chorus: King Just (sung)] You ain't got nothin' for us You can't see Shy or King Just Why actin' like you wanna start some beef? You betta stay in your place now You ain't got no wins, no how We are the hottest sh** that's out the streets [Shyheim] I was on the run, gettin' drunk, smokin' wet, poppin' ecst' With two outstandin' fugitive warrants for my arrest Owed a debt to society, one day I will pay But I fell in love, in L.A., and decided to stay Livin' on the edge, the Dom 'Cino, wired me bread Til' he got snatched by the feds, it f**ed me up in the head He kept it thorough, he ain't tell 'em, I invested dope for the dough He told me keep flowin', cuz for him it ain't no hope Now this is real conversation, and for little to next to nothing Conversation, RZA let me spit on compilations I'm like, "Cool, but how ya'll gonna put Snoop and not me on The W?" It was politicals as usual, and I hated it So I got my weight up with my pen, and made some greater hits Now the whole world say my sh** Livin' on the borderline of life or d**h Livin' to die, dyin' to live, life or d**h Don't except sh**, but a funeral of kisses and flowers My own homies don't love me, they just respect my power Started wildin', moms paid d** more attention Ended up down state, B-Block reception But The Source and XXL ain't mentioned it Clan ain't holla at the God and send me out Guess that's the same reason, Dirty with The Roc now But I'm home on the grind, with a rhyme and a nine With some paper set aside, for ya body and son It was about time, my n***a, we definetly gon' pop And 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, man Before this Wu-Tang sh**, man I used to have to sneak into - to the Hill and sh** Put my hood on and sh**, go up to Just's house And we can write rhymes and sh**, knowhatimsayin? Just, you my n***a forever, n***a, let's go to the top, man Bottom Up, n***a, knawimean? And it's love, loyalty, trust, respect and honor Always hundred, 'cross the board, n***a Let's do it