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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-t?
ya’ll n-ggas know what time it is (wu-tang, n-gga) ask 12 o’clock
it’s mad dusted, be up in the spot, you don’t even want it
who got shot, f-ckin’ with them kids that rep’ 27
words, n-ggas 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-ck that, free keith murray
n-ggas 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-ggas don’t deserve nothin’ written
that’s my word, i ain’t kiddin’
f-ck that, give me mines, f-ck that, give me shyne
life, i rock three hundred on the grill
f-ck 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-ggas like lilz
n-ggas like guy, and n-ggas like life
that rob n-ggas, and then take your life
so we take the heater, young n-ggas, 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 -ss gun
start a lot of trouble
cause if i ain’t use cocoa b-tter, my skin will bubble
ya’ll don’t understand that though

[interlude: shyheim (infamous bluesteele)]
jim jay, sh-t 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-gga, who never was a prankster
i know street n-ggas, 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-gga, you can ask ‘perb
and i’m gangster, n-gga, 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-tches, like oh, that’s her
f-ck your hood n-gga, i know that curb
ya’ll n-ggas ain’t suppliers, ya’ll n-ggas is fired
biggie is unbelievable, ya’ll n-ggas is liars
n-ggas 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-t 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-gga, hug the phone
and scream, kick that sh-t, n-gga, 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-tch between us, how you gettin’ home?
don’t f-ck wit them emb-ssy, untouchable n-ggas
we good, got off the hook, be like, we love you n-ggas
all them other hood n-ggas, is rugged wu n-ggas
hood told us, that’s why we can’t f-ck with you n-ggas
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

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