Rumble in N.Y.

"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 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