(feat. Infamous Bluesteele)



[sample, repeated throughout the song] "Name, nothing says your name"



[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 shit?

Ya'll niggas know what time it is (Wu-Tang, nigga) ask 12 O'Clock

It's mad dusted, be up in the spot, you don't even want it

Who got shot, fuckin' with them kids that rep' 27

Words, niggas 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, fuck that, free Keith Murray

Niggas don't want it, so we keep it gully

In the spot, knowin' what time, it be the kid, Shyheim, freestylin'

Cuz ya'll niggas don't deserve nothin' written

that's my word, I ain't kiddin'

Fuck that, give me mines, fuck that, give me Shyne

Life, I rock three hundred on the grill

fuck 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 niggas like Lilz

Niggas like Guy, and niggas like Life

that rob niggas, and then take your life

So we take the heater, young niggas, 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 ass gun

Start a lot of trouble

cause if I ain't use cocoa butter, my skin will bubble

Ya'll don't understand that though



[Interlude: Shyheim (Infamous Bluesteele)]

Jim Jay, shit 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 nigga, who never was a prankster

I know street niggas, 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 nigga, you can ask 'Perb

And I'm gangster, nigga, 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 bitches, like oh, that's her

Fuck your hood nigga, I know that curb

Ya'll niggas ain't suppliers, ya'll niggas is fired

Biggie is unbelievable, ya'll niggas is liars

Niggas 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 shit 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 nigga, hug the phone

And scream, kick that shit, nigga, 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 bitch between us, how you gettin' home?

Don't fuck wit them Embassy, untouchable niggas

We good, got off the hook, be like, we love you niggas

All them other hood niggas, is rugged Wu niggas

Hood told us, that's why we can't fuck with you niggas

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