(feat. King Just)



[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 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 ass like Kit

Michael Knight two thousand and four, can you endure

The north shore, what the fuck, 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, pass 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 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 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 fucked 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 shit

Livin' on the borderline of life or death

Livin' to die, dyin' to live, life or death

Don't except shit, but a funeral of kisses and flowers

My own homies don't love me, they just respect my power

Started wildin', moms paid drugs 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 nigga, 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 shit, man

I used to have to sneak into - to the Hill and shit

Put my hood on and shit, go up to Just's house

And we can write rhymes and shit, knowhatimsayin?

Just, you my nigga forever, nigga, let's go to the top, man

Bottom Up, nigga, knawimean?

And it's love, loyalty, trust, respect and honor

Always hundred, 'cross the board, nigga

Let's do it