[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
